the miserable life of a miserable teenager

My weeks are filled with nothingness.

My lungs are filled with temporary fixes.

My eyes are filled with tearful shame.

I don’t wanna be here.

You don’t want me here. RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

I don’t wanna do this.

Everyday is the same,

empty yet overwhelming,

at the same time.

“How can you live like this?”

Simple, I can’t.