Hey,
I’m here for at the bench...
white sheets pick at her and
spill into her sagging flesh...
They talk about scars,
But I don't even have scabs yet...
My day started with opening my eyes. The sun...
It can no longer fly...
My heart is empty where you used to be
My life is filled with darkness because you...
My dark thoughts
Seem to always...
Go on.
Speak of foreign lands...
I never said this, dear martyr,
but I still remember when you punched...
It feels light to you, doesn’t it?
The weight of this...
In funerals,
I’m used to wearing...
I'm drowning in this rubble
What my life has accumulated...
When everything around me decided to
Fail...