if i could wear all your sorrows,
or swallow your pain.
if i could sell all your demons,
or set fire to your fear.
praying good things appear,
but you aren't here,
always falling in love with strangers,
addicted to anger,
attached to a bridge i can't jump over.
but it's crumbling beneath me,
bringing everything to nothing,
without reason or meaning,
but I'm missing your soul.
im ashamed i can't remember it,
only seeking help can ever fix this.