I used to wake up feeling beautiful.
A mind so full of nonsense.Memories on a loop.
It’s hard to distract myself
When I feel alone in any group.
Blurry smiles and your skin
Play over on a reel.
You had become my best friend
Now I’m not sure how to feel.
A haunting by someone whose heart beats
But not longer beats for me
I’ll find my solace at the bottom of a bottle
Better make it three.
Each day it seems to be easier to cope
Until one day ruins it all
I’m standing up for good now
No man can make me fall.
NEW bucket list goal for the summer:
Random handsome stranger? Surprise kiss. Then disappear.
I’m pretty much attracted to everyone who is intelligent.
But for such smart people they have no clue.
So I figure, if no one has actually been in love with me, then maybe I’ve never really experienced love either. As much as you think you do, I guess you never really know.
How am I expected to feel good about something that is making me so constantly depressed?
I had what I wanted.
Now I don’t want anything at all.