parent: why hasn't ____ been round lately? I thought you were friends
me: well they turned into a cunt
Whenever darkness creeps upon me,
My demons come out to play with
All the thoughts in my mind
Enlarging the bad ones and
Minimizing the pleasurable ones
The later in the night
The worse the depression gets
The later in the night
The lonelier I get
And nothing saves me from these moments except
Sleep.
Zoëlaikha






