my heartbreak tastes like lost childhood while laying in bed with a wet pillow and i feel my chest expanding until my lungs start to float and they hide away inside the sky now i have lost my ability to breathe but that is fine it really is i hated the feeling of having a skin or a body anyway i never felt like it was mine anyway i never felt like it functions properly anyway i was never meant to be born. why do you think is it that in my dreams i always die?
i hate writing because im not good at it i never was but it still feels good to pretend and let out