I tell people I'm tired
But in fact I'm depressed
I tell people I'll be fine tomorrow
But I know tomorrow will be worse
I tell lies everyday
And I know I'll not be able to stop it by myself.....
ESTÁS LEYENDO
the suicide mind
Poesía"and you left me with bad habits like cracking my knuckles and wearing your sweater because the smell of you still lingers. you left me chewing at the skin of my skin on my lips because maybe just maybe if it's gone the taste of you will be too, but...
