it’s horrid to wake up feeling so desolate, God willing, give me something. Give me a feeling, give me some rage, give me some sun, give me red’s so bright I cant see straight and give me lips that dont know when to stay shut. I want too much and think too little, I run blindly into the lights and dont think twice about thanking the people behind me.
im so tired of waking up and hating. im so tired of the mundane. God willing, help me to finally not argue with the person in the mirror.
