Adult Sorrow ⋅ 37
Now I groan, and I have wept Away from this dangerous world i've crept Helpless, naked, getting old My once warm heart is running cold; Struggling with these clumsy hands Never made it big, nor won my fans, Sound but weary, I thought best To sulk online, get it off my chest.
This is not the best journal in the world. No, this is just a tribute.
