What didn’t kill me
Apparently makes me stronger.
Turns out it also makes me hollow
And scarred.
What didn’t kill me
Apparently makes me stronger.
Turns out it also makes me hollow
And scarred.
I really hope
That one of these days
You’ll actually want to
Be around me
even a fraction
as much as I
Want to be around you.
For every night
That I sleep alone
My chest feels less like heart
And more like stone
You picked
The most God awful time.
But then,
You always do.