My heart bleeds poetry, but my eyeliner stays intact.
Crying to sad songs is my cardio.
Life is a tragedy, but my eyeliner game is on point.
My tears could probably fill an ocean by now.
The only thing heavier than my eyeliner is the weight of my emotions.
My playlist is a rollercoaster of emotions, mostly downward spirals.
Rainy days and sad tunes, my perfect combination.
When life gives you lemons, I make a playlist of sad songs.
Drowning in my own melodrama, send help... or tissues.
My dark soul is fueled by caffeine and sad music.