Feeling better is too big to achieve so I gave up
As I blot off the blood of my tight
I try to think of moments of happiness
But they all seem to have disappeared
Happiness is missing but at least I'm alive
In a world that doesn't really need me
Time goes by so slow and I miss you
I miss feeling the warmth of your body
When you lie behind me
Everything I do is messed up
what a sentimental poem