I laid here last year in this very bed with these very sheets and I could feel my throat closing around everything I've ever wanted to say
I could feel the heat on my cheeks, radiating from inside and pressing out to the surface, trying to warn others that there was a deep, burning hell within my mind
This time last year I sat in the shower, the steam and water acting as a thunderstorm and fog
My vision was blurry and all I could see was a drop of blood trickle down my wrist and the shower floor tint pink
I laid here last year with the thoughts of black roses and a scythe waiting to pull me through the loop that played in my head
Now I lay here this year, in this very bed with these very sheets and all I can see are colored flowers and warm faces and nights filled with so much love I never deemed possible
I can feel my body tire, not of life but of the day and I can feel my stomach flutter at the thought of a future
And just last year I could've sworn nothing would make me feel as much as those blades but nothing quite feels as good as loving and living your life
Aug 21, 2016
Aug 21, 2016 at 12:19 AM UTC
I laid here last year in this very bed with these very sheets and I could feel my throat closing around everything I've ever wanted to say
I could feel the heat on my cheeks, radiating from inside and pressing out to the surface, trying to warn others that there was a deep, burning hell within my mind
This time last year I sat in the shower, the steam and water acting as a thunderstorm and fog
My vision was blurry and all I could see was a drop of blood trickle down my wrist and the shower floor tint pink
I laid here last year with the thoughts of black roses and a scythe waiting to pull me through the loop that played in my head
Now I lay here this year, in this very bed with these very sheets and all I can see are colored flowers and warm faces and nights filled with so much love I never deemed possible
I can feel my body tire, not of life but of the day and I can feel my stomach flutter at the thought of a future
And just last year I could've sworn nothing would make me feel as much as those blades but nothing quite feels as good as loving and living your life