My fake plants died because i did not pretend to water them :. Intrapersonal / 23
If I had a choice,
I would have given up a long time ago.
But something within me
holds me back.
My own well Being?
My bedroom light will forever be on
for the Drunks, Nocturnals, and the Weirdos.
As a gesture to step into my realm of desolation.
Theyd knock on my window
and we'd talk through the night till the break of dawn; of the strange…
My mind is a solid black and white,
It loves entirely or not at all.
My heart is all gray,
stuck n the Inbetween.
With vague thoughts
and unpure intentions.