I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on the top of the beer can.
i guess its comforting that i can still sit here and scream and cry and i dont explode or fade away or die. i keep on living. it feels like i wont but i do. i got this. it will only hurt for a little bit more.
Every day I discover
more and more
It’s enough to drive one mad.
I have such a desire
to do everything,
my head is bursting with it.
We don’t talk anymore and you don’t seem to care.