Sunday, 8 February 2026

Sad for the meantime.

 Mad for sadness,
No one wants to see you win anyway. 
You hide the hurt, 
But it doesn't stop the pain. 
The antidepressants stop the tears. 
But if the wound doesn't bleed
It doesn't heal. 
Feeling like nothings real. 
Sure I'll text you later. 
Living life via others 
Facebook and insta. 
Spending money I don't have 
On things I don't need. 
But just two weeks, 
Til payday and I can start again. 

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