Honest words are hard to come by, and I don't mean to say I've been telling lies, but anything that I have said has always been a less true version of the sentences swimming in the deepest depths of my head.

Freaking out over future plans.
Failing to grasp things with my hands.
I dropped the ball into the Atlantic ocean,
hoping it'd make a sick explosion,
but it just sank to the bottom of the sea.
What the **** is wrong with me?

I hate who I am and can't stand what I've been, but not a single one of us can live without sin

If I could just let go of everything, I would be comfortable, here in my hole.

My love is *****
My love is cheap
My love is the poison that your body seeks
My heart is pounding
Its awful sounding
I can't stop the feeling
Life's losing meaning
Your heart is pure
But you aren't sure
Can you hold on or will we go wrong
Its all up to you
There's nothing to do
Just sit here and wait for word of my fate

Another night spent all alone, no surprises there, and I'd bet my life that tomorrow will only bring me more despair, and I don't mean to sound ungrateful, but that's a pretty ****** thing to bring

******* future, you're just an infinite expanse of possibilities, but in every single one you feel the need to throw limitless misery at me.

The clock is ticking, oh wait it's not, it's been stopped for five months now. I guess the sounds are just engrained into my head, and I wonder if I'd still hear the voices if there really is a life after I'm dead.

There are some things I hate thinking about, and sometimes I let them slip out.
I say a lot without speaking loud.
Just a misplaced word or two is all it takes, for me to show you that there's something melting all the glue that holds me together and keeps me true.