lea cobain .

3 beers in



he’s a september day 

his summer smile fading away

violent thoughts leaving goosebumps on his arms, wishing they wouldn’t stay

 

warm days to dark chilly nights

he tries to escape his mind with blurred thoughts and trippy sights.

 

emotions back and fourth from a vast ocean, then comes a rising volcanoe.

       drowning in tears then an unexpected anger like lava rising from the waters below, school days so irritating and slow.

 

no real problems besides he’s out of tissues.

   just and empty heart and mental issues.



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