Scrubasaurus

         “Will you be my Valentine?” That question always haunts my mind. It plays on repeat 50 times and any time I try to unwind I can’t shake the thought that it’s a lie. We don’t want a “Valentine”. We just want someone to clear our minds from the constant nagging from other guys, you know the ones, They insult our lives say it’s all for smiles but we know what hurts the most are the jokes that hit too close to home. If we even have a home every day feels like endless decay struggling to find a reason to die so we can finally try to end our lives. But that’s not I want. Definitely