the fragrance separate to the flower.

From lipstick thats rose,
to perfectly painted toes.

From black tinted lashes,

to rather being ashes.
I try, but I’m still alone.
I’m so tired of this.
I’m so tired of self pity.
I’m so tired of feeling unwanted.
I’m so tired of wanting you.
I’m tired of losing.
I’m so tired of lies.
I’m so tired of having no friends.
I’m so tired of missing out. I’m so tired of missing out.
I’m so tired of myself.
I’m so tired of crying.
I’m so tired of having my heart broken -again