i want to say i got better. i want to say i can look at a bottle and think of only the dosage. i want to say i can eat a meal without puking until my lungs lack air. i want to say my arms and legs are clear. but whats the point in lying anymore. everyone knows im lying, they just dont care. or maybe im to good at hiding it.
Life is a limbo of crippled dreams waiting for the fire in them to be ignited But in solitude they shall remain, their wings will grow big_bigger but will never kiss the sky, For the dream keeper knows not what they can do
It’s time to cut the strings of you, I think. I get tangled up and I’m tired now. Just let me rest for a minute, to ease my eyes and stop my spinning mind. But then I’ll get to cutting. Snip. Snip. I can’t wait for my first breath.