I took
the first
one this
morningThe rest
won’t be
as hard
to swallowSoon
my belly
will be
fullAnd I’ll
no longer
feel so
hollow
It’s Not Fair
Why do
you get to
be happy
again
When
I don’t?
Why do
you get
to love
again
When
I won’t?
At A Bedside, Desolate
There
is no
more
hope.There
are no
more
dreams.My life
continues
to fall apart
at the seams,As I
lie here
thinking
of you.Wondering
what the fuck
I’m supposed
to do.Now.