I'm good most of the time I'm in control I'm satisfied, I can feel happines
But sometimes a feeling comes crashing over me out of nowhere triggerd like when you finish a good book the end credits roll of a movie all so beautiful emptiness sitting on your chest so heavily I can't cry no release granted "pain demands to be felt" my heart breaks, my mind trying to keep up my heart can't keep up, my mind breaks loose emptiness the despair of ficitional characters familiar but strangers all the same not real but reality to me I care for them, being dead inside "face death, deal with it or lose yourself" the last page is turned the story stopped all are dead and yet alive in me not enough room, make way
I try to numb it out to get back in control whisky burns my lips smoke scratches my throat whishing for release lose it, keep it tucked in forever though I feel, finally alive I want to punish myself I lose control for good emotions bundle up to the surface make up for time lost before drunk texting regret in the morning after I need to express myself to you, to anyone, get it out there is no one here
Weltschmerz pain of the world all in one tiny little heart so fragile I'm made up of stories