I'm stuffing my face with junk
Cause I've kinda lost my funk
My nails need a trim
but my only time comes
when the sky is dimmed
I'm bored out of my mind
I'm wasting so much time
I don't know what to write about
Will you save me now?
YOU ARE READING
Running With Scissors
Poetry"Run away, they will have to find some other hearts to break" - All Time Low.
