It is midnight,
I’ve waited to long to remove my make-up,
because I didn’t feel like going out of my tear stained bed tonight.
Now I feel my make-up remover stinging in my eyes.
I’m the one that cries..
I’ve lost everything;
My pyjama’s, my toothpaste and even my toothbrush,
So I’m hoplesslely searching in empty drawers.
I’m standing before a dirty mirror,
with a frown stamped into my face.
I know this grey sky isn’t getting clearer..
Where is my stuff?
I sigh as I empty my garbage can;
There’s my pyjama,my toothpaste, my toothbrush.. and even your toothbrush too.
I swear I can still smell your breath on your toothbrush,
I can still hear the sound of you brushing your teeth,
I can still see your toothpaste (foam filled cheeks)…