A dull metal blade
in between my chest bones...
Something’s sad
Maybe it’s the desperate feeling for hope that...
Spinning around yet i am standing still
flying but i am still on the ground...
Dr. Teal’s & low effort meals
The Christmas tree is still lit up...
hope gifts consciousness
a lightsabre to fight off...
It breaks my weeping heart
that somewhere along...
I fell off
the slippery grid...
The memory of addiction is so fresh,
I can almost taste it...
I used to feel so free,
staying up all through the night...
Sometimes when I am trapped in my own thoughts,
I forget to remember what keeps me...
Each time I look at my scars,
I'm fighting thought of opening them back up...
Happiness...
they say that nothing else comes above it...