it's another rainy day
and although this ain't la
i still cant get out of bed
its another rainy day
that kind of rainy day
that makes kids like these want to kill themselves
or if not themselves, then somebody else
its another rainy day, too bad im not in la
because i should be
even if nothing would change,
id still be in bed
you'd still be in my head
but at least the lights outside the window would be pretty
YOU ARE READING
Heartless and Disorientated
PoetryF. T. Willz wannabe I'm a tortured poet I guess -all photography is by me-
