These 2 months seemed to have flew by so quickly. It's now June, and it brings back tons of fond memories. But what is this word, 'memories'? It has no longer seem to have matter to anyone, every day that passed was just another day to forget each of these memories. We all have to admit, that we're no longer the same as what we used to be even though many promises were made. We've all changed in some ways or another. Sometimes i asked myself,
am i still stuck here, left alone, in this isolated part of my mind? or have i actually stopped trying and let go of everything?
i'm too tired of living, but it's a sin to say that i want to die.
it smelled of filth
it smelled of disease
it smelled of death.
i'm a saint,
and i've got a date with suicide.
