anyone else??

title says it all

*trigger warning* this is based on the movie 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥, 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘦 and is used for the identity prompt because it was stolen when they were sex...

feelin' that summertime sadness

i guess i just write weird ass poems now.

think of 'favorite crime' from the other perspective

weird ass poem that is kinda deep

a first kiss fantasy

this is the closest i've written or seen depression described. anyone else relate?