Very few knows how to a handle a troubled heart; they too have battle scars.
The time in between the stale Cheetos and herbal tea must be precious.
It must yearn for something more than giving up.
It yearns for peace of mind.
It yearns for less tears, less wanting what it cannot have.
It wants to feel good about standing up for the sake of morals instead of giving into the desires of the flesh.
It wants to look you in the eye and say go fuck yourself with such conviction.
Instead, clutching a pillow and waiting to be carried away into dreamland is the icing on the cupcake.
The icing from the red velvet cupcake.
It's already morning; I gotta be up in three hours.
Life has to go on after stale Cheetos and herbal tea.