the sun only shines for the good people not the bad
the pretty ones the perfect ones the ones with
glittery nails and smoky purple eyes i wish i was
blind sometimes because then i wouldn’t know
how it feels to live in shadows where everything is
black like they call my heart no love no kindness
nothing is right here are the people i love and the
places i know but how much further can my
black heart go i know shadows aren’t real just like
dreams they’re just air and i dreamt a dream once
until it just disappeared but the sun still shone on
it shone but didn’t shine on me and you too will
forget that i existed because a shadow is black just
like my heart.
you, with the black heart. Will you forget about me?