2:09 P.M

Constantly calling out for interactions, silently.

While looking out the window gallantly.

it’s not great for me, to ask for help

I lie to myself it’s better I keep my thoughts to myself.

 

I’m trying real hard to reach the other side,

All laughs, smites, and friends who ride to die.

All my attempts have crashed and failed,

I’m left suffering in my misanthropic vale.

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