Sad from Spring by Shawarma Boy

Staring at a whole bowl of soup
just to throw it away
I feel so empty but I
Know that, I needed it
I think I'll shut my blinds
Forget about life

I'll scrawl another note
Convince myself that this
Reality star can relate to me it's just
Tiring to think of when you get up just fine
And these, sparkly eyes are a "shoulder to cry on"

I rid the problem of my tired eyes; my bloody fist
All these stimulating messages from blue light
Aint good for the heart and the soul and my mind
Tells me otherwise, man, you say I will be fine

Writing something about smoking in a metaphor
Doesn't count for the hours I've been awake
It won't erase the past and how I haven't slept
midwest emo, sad is just another commodity

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