therapy ii // i feel too much

i feel too much too much of whatever color is in this month i cant try new things without feeling all of it like the fucking titanic on my chest my mood will change easily but it'll sink into the color to the depths ill be ecstatic or fucking detrimental everything sounds great or like a threat to my breath i want things to fill the void never people because they never fill it quite well the way tattoos feel buying something shiny hanging on to it absorbing it till it becomes my personality until the color takes over

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