inally, i’ve given up all hope.
stay indoors and mope.
tightening that rope.

i’m getting burnt more times than i have before.
i’ve realised once more
that everyone’s a whore.

My faggot hair.
and stupid clothes.
look good inside closed doors.
can’t take this anymore..

fall in love, every other day.
then out of love into space.
worlds that i create.