charriot789

Triste

searching for happiness, your emotions feel toyed, using drugs and alcohol at an attempt to feel the void. a drunk unshaven stranger meets you in the glass, you thought you had it organised but instead it’s one huge farce, you search back through memories trying to remember your last laugh, in the end it’s your rivals who have the final laugh. A bath of hot water makes you feel clean again, but the inside of your soul could never be cleaned again, death is a promise and you can’t be free till then. Relationships break down, people wonder where you’ve been, you’ve been present all along, but your hearts been wandering. You crumble away infront of people you knew best, you knew your loyal friends but now you can’t sort them from the rest. in the beginning it was so simple, you’d laugh unknowingly, that this is your final laugh, and she’ll never come home to me 

 



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