she's inside me. sitting in the back of my throat. i can feel her presence there, feel her beckoning me. i reach my hand out to take hers but she's always just out of reach.
all she brings is pain. i don't even know her name. but i love her anyway.
it dimmed my light it made me lie it made me say things i would've never said it made me wish that i was dead summing up everything, i'm barely alive i'm nothing but a walking frame i never have anything left to say all my interests are consumed by keeping track of my intake keeping track of my weight keeping track for my sanity's sake but that's one more thing to keep me awake and i don't know how much more of it i can take
equivalent exchange three days of hallow in exchange for three days of strength but there is always consequences dizzy stumbling falling headaches chills fatigue whether it was the sickness or my debt to be paid it was a fair trade to feel untouchable unstoppable capable godly