You fall a thousand times, and each
one, I'll pick you up.
hundreds of knives dropped from sky
high and I look
everywhere but up.

I'm burying my soul I'm digging my grave I'm getting too
**** attached to save myself,
and I am only to blame.
I don't want to trust and I don't need to know I don't need anyone
I just need to be alone,
even though I loath...

The walls whispering in the night, the sheets around my throat too tight, the most comforting things bringing me to my very brink of terror.

They well tears in my eyes
and raise the tiny hairs across my
pale arms.

They're coming for me, but
don't be alarmed,

you can't see them so
they shan't cause you any harm.

they're in my closet
they're in my bed
they're in my kitchen
they're in my head.