severed.
ignoring all of my friends such an easy hole to fall in my giving nature is treasure to such a humble beggar when i keep some of myself...
i wish you were a ghost
sometimes i wish you were a ghost so this haunted feeling made any sense in the words that drip from the pen i find your silhouette...
is it raining?
making myself sick with sadness reminiscing about us, about you listening to the music you loved i realized you're unhappy too. i was...