Tonight I feel like my bones and organs have dissolved into my bloodstream and are pestering underneath the skin. I've never once released them, I think it's safe to say they're my demons that I keep locked up. I can't quite recall what made me so ******* sad so long ago I guess it'd have to be several things that are irrelevant singular but together they create a massive force to be reckoned with and they've made a home inside my bones.
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 6:57 PM UTC
Tonight I feel like my bones and organs have dissolved into my bloodstream and are pestering underneath the skin. I've never once released them, I think it's safe to say they're my demons that I keep locked up. I can't quite recall what made me so ******* sad so long ago I guess it'd have to be several things that are irrelevant singular but together they create a massive force to be reckoned with and they've made a home inside my bones.
