if i could wear all your sorrows,

or swallow your pain.

if i could sell all your demons,

or set fire to your fear.

praying good things appear,

but you aren't here,

always falling in love with strangers,

addicted to anger,

attached to a bridge i can't jump over.

but it's crumbling beneath me,

bringing everything to nothing,

without reason or meaning,

but I'm missing your soul.

im ashamed i can't remember it,

only seeking help can ever fix this.