17 October 2012
What's bugging me? My best guess is a stressed mess called life, Perpetuating the belief it gets better. Formulating the relief with simple letters.
Can't think, can't sleep, can't dream straight. Too much to handle, Time slowly molding my hate.
The hate that tastes so bitter when lying alone. Lacks the loveliness of a certain unknown. Bring back the love! That's what I need! Someone to hug, But nope...it's just me.
Certain Unknown • Opuss № I