Monday, August 15, 2011

I've reached a thousand lows, just to fall through and reach another rock bottom.
After all the falling, I don't want to get up.
I've become accustomed to these dark and masochistic thoughts.
There's no silver lining to these grey clouds that haunt me,
and another sunny day is just a reminder that I don't belong.
This windy and despondent path, I've always known was fate.