people really should stop building homes out of bones. when all you're left with are tears and blood, and your memories slowly seep into your veins until you can't bear to think of them at all unless it means ripping apart yourself, that's when you know that not enough humans in this world realize that their words are knives that penetrate your spines and shatter your skulls and your head can't hold any of the dark anymore and you'll shut your eyes tight hoping you'll wake up and it'll all be gone but it won't, it won't and you'll feel the familiar pangs of remorse through the spaces between your fingers and the tips of your hair and it will ache everywhere and that's when you'll need you the most because face it, nobody is going to hold you up better than yourself and it's high time you realized that.