Sometimes I feel like my heart is cascading, colliding, a center fold for pain. Times done its damage to my body. The codene impairs my judgment between emotions. Ive found a special place just for you. In between the drugs and pills. Ive bottled these emotions away for months. I feel careless and fragile. I hate the person that Ive become. I hate almost everything through my scarred eyes. The burns, cuts, and scars add to the reasons to just leave this condemned city. Leave it all way before me. Even if I run, I wont be getting away. You'll just follow me city to city. Laying waste to hearts. I just wanna retire, give up on this life.
