the rain here never ceases, and the coldness is a constant reminder
of who i wish i was, but who i know i'll never be.
the wind carries whispers through the curls of my blonde hair
and places them gently onto my fingertips,
but all i have to show for it are a few ugly hangnails and chipped nail polish.
death is my only ally in a world where self-hatred is sold at the grocery store
on the dented-can shelf marked "half off."
i loaded up my cart until i couldn't push it anymore,
and i left it in the aisle for someone to trip over, someone more deserving than i.
little did i know, you left your cart there too, and now i'm stranded here.. alone.
if only i knew that happiness was more than just a word,
i might believe a word that you said.
the air is cold and unforgiving as it blows through the greenish trees,
reminding me that yesterday was just a memory of flowers growing up over my gravestone.
and tomorrow, well, tomorrow is just truth.
