and all i ever do is disappoint you. it hangs in the air around you and envelops our lungs as we struggle to breathe.
poison.
i've nuked our house with tear gas. made everyone cry. made everyone want to **** me.
spilt us into rifts. glaciers that float on the Antarctic ocean thousands of miles apart.
no one wants to go home. no one wants to pretend like we didn't cut and torture each other the night before so we pack up our knives, guns, and other sharp things stick em in our own backs and go wallow in our sorrow.
we're hurt. limping like fresh road **** but we don't seek penance or first aid
instead, we would rather die from what we don't understand.