Why are my eyes
Always shifting
Away from everyone else's eyes?
A minor case; major depressive.
A fantastic film score.
My father's bike; my weight descending,
With nothing to wait for.
Then I push my hair back.
Then I mess it up.
Then I bite my tongue from singing what you'll all say.
"You swore that you would live your life
Without regret.
Well, what do you wait for?"
Melissa. I fucked up.
I won't cut my arms off,
That won't keep me warm at night.
And I'll do my best to live my life without regret.
