late night musings of a girl who lost hope
I used to be whimsical
But now Iâm full of dread
No matter how hard I try
Canât get out of my head
How come most people get love,
And Iâm only meant to give?
Do you know how empty it is?
To have never wanted to live?
I wish I was being dramatic
Wish it was a lie
Maybe Iâll be brave one day
And finally fucking die
But for now Iâm a coward
Who doesnât know what she wants
With no friends or lovers
And no concept of love













