I glance down at the sword in my hand.
My first poem, I think they are awful, but decided to publish c:
You realize now that those words were true.
mental hospital musings.
That’s what they told you yesterday.
We’ll never win.
A heart that craves rejection.
Gabilliam lyrics. R&R?
The radio’s playing; we could call this our song.
A smile hides bitter tears and a thousand fears.