my saddest songs sing the pettiest problems. no roof can shelter me from rain. my middle-class upbringing made me too comfortable, now i can't afford the bus on some days. still, i have limbs and just enough wit, it's almost stupid for me to complain. i cut my losses, my glass still half empty. still, i have just enough for me to stay.
but i don't have enough in my lungs to go on for too much longer, before i start to drown. after so long, now i'm not on my own, for the most parts at least, for the ones that i know. some nights, it still lingers, shivers down my spine. nothing goes away but nothing's really mine. can i be with someone more depressed than i am? i don't know. maybe we can put our heads together through a wall.
it's just a passing phase. maybe tomorrow i can feel again.
released March 31, 2016
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