I am eating my sadness away.
I am “sleep neglecting,” my pain away.
I have thrown away self-care,
In a bid to throw away all care.
Does it work?
Or am I just killing me softly?
A word, a glance, a thought, a gesture. Speculating on what is, what is going to be, what might be.
I am eating my sadness away.
I am “sleep neglecting,” my pain away.
I have thrown away self-care,
In a bid to throw away all care.
Does it work?
Or am I just killing me softly?