Woke up and wished that I was dead.So you spiral down, but when are you supposed to make your way back up again?
With an aching in my head,
I lay motionless in bed.
I thought of you and where you'd gone,
and let the world spin madly on.
Hint: waiting around for it to happen -not the answer.
Life is happening all the time.
With that said, I am still thinking of running away.
Try and find me bitches.