He was a monster, but he was my lover.

Funny,  I can’t tell the difference anymore.

Depression manifested by isolation

Communication is more important than ever these days so how I do I tell you that I wanna run away?

Change my name and get a new look because I’ve been locked in this cage for over 96 days.

It’s summertime and the living isn’t easy.

LIVING
             ISN’T
                       EASY.

Love is wild

Maybe too wild for me.

And I used to believe that it was a mistake for these poor boys to love me.

To try and catch me, but now it’s clear to see.

They are the wild things and I am desperately trying to catch them. running, running and scraping my knees.

When I realize that I cannot love, that I could not tame such wild beasts?

I
Don’t
             Want
                       To
                       Be
                                  In
                                      Pain
                       Anymore