life is dark,my black nail polish
is dark,
cracked and chipped.
its tough and cold,
u have to crawl and struggle.
things you cant simply burry or fold,
i do nothing, i just shuvle.
hope has died on me.
i still keep holding on to it,
with a light grasp,
a very weak one.
that way i will not get dissapointed,
if it decides to die,
again.
im just a girl.
im not a foolish
one,
i know the truth.
*ps: i know u probably want to kill me by now, but i promise this will be my last depressing post. heehehhe next one will be full of colors :* thanks all.
