It's one of those nights again.
I lay alone in the darkness of my room,
Drowning in my own self-hatred, staring at the ceiling ,
Letting the loneliness take over me,
letting it run through my bloodstream
& become a part of me.
I don't think it'll ever stop,
The ache in my heart.
I don't think I'll ever get over you,
I don't think I'll ever be able to love anyone else the way that I loved you.
-Sethu♡
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
100 Weeks To Get Over You
Thơ CaShe loves him. He loved her. That's the sad part, the past tense in that sentence.
