a story


                                will

 e    a    s    e                                                           ­                     

our                                       ­   





long                                                    ­                                ing

I'm at the edge,

screaming your name

and it echoes and echoes and echoes.

-

there's a shadow beside me

and it's the only friend that I have

i’m just.  young
   rich, and tasteless.

Emotions are such chaotic places
I have never wished to unravel
so I look after my calloused heart
by pretending I don’t like to travel

I’m staying home, wait till it’s safe-
feel like I breathe under the ocean

I’m afraid of opening up these gates
but we can’t deny it, this is devotion

I’m aware I care too much it overflows
what I’d do for you only God knows

nothing feels worse than having
nothing to say.

it's scary to think that one day,
all this will eventually end

what must it be like not to be crippled by fear and self-loathing?

what must it be like not to feel hurt and tortured every second?
to feel like everything goes wrong because of you?
to feel like nothing will ever change when you disappear?

we swallow our feelings, even if we’re unhappy forever.

people walk out on us all the time.
I don’t remember when things got so complicated.
Or why it has to be this way.

But these are just feelings.
They’ll go away right?
It’s a matter of time.

Things will go back to the way they were .                                                
. right ?

emptiness weighs a ton

i’m carved in your memory.

come here boy,
you can call me monster.

100 times,
I would meet you again.

I would get to know you
and fall in love.

I knew I would make
that dangerous and sad choice.

"I'm fine.. except for the
constant anxiety and loneliness
that haunts me every day."

“he looked at
her the way all
girls wanted to
be looked at.”

find
yourself
then