self-destruction is the fastest way to freedom from woes
thirsting for drinks and wanna go sheesha-ing too.
miss the clubbing days. who says it's a bad thing...?
at least. it's an escapism for at least the hours of the breaking dawn
ironically i promised john i'd attend church with him tmr.
but i'm just letting myself go. wherever i wanna go.

it's too smothering, everything.





my heart.
has died.




stop trying to change for him
for he'll never see how tired you are
nor love you more or at least as much as day one