Little salmon (orange from hell)

My room is a mess

And there’s no one to help

I miss you less and less

Just a little growing whelp

Every time  I wake up 

I feel like burning in hell

I broke another cup

And my bottle fell

I forgot how it feels 

To enjoy every moment I’m alive 

I don’t have favourite meals

And god knows I stopped to strive

I’m trying to heal

Every wound you left

I hope I stop tasting steel 

I hope i win over this heft

I question my morals 

Am I selfish or not? 

I’m lost in grey corals 

Please just let me end with a dot

It’s hardto grow

And start to take care 

I want to hear a craw

I’m lost, i swear!

I feel so useless 

All i do is be sad

My summer is juiceless 

I wish i never had a dad

I need to be stronger

And first thing is love

I just need to try a bit longer

One day I’ll make them behove