when the leaves are coming down in spring and every day tastes of cold coffee.
when there’s only sundowns turning into cold nights and you're running out of matches.
when there's nothing left to love and nothing left to hate.
then welcome to my life.
i hate myself.
i'm wandering in darkness, trying to catch little spots of light. fireflies are covering my path.
i hate myself more than everyone else.
the only color i can see is the ink under my skin.
reminding me of better days, of the things i never had, the things i'll never have again.