dust settles scores level a few backpedals there were dark times but now it's tonight
fallen petals forced devils thoughts still wrestle but it's been a year since that fight
it's not that it wasn't real it just wasn't realistic hope can gut dreams if you aren't careful with it pure joy led right to pain it almost feels sadistic looking back but that's the problem remembering is a sickness
and its like you moved inside too i try to make room but its not really you it's what you meant to my humanity
i still don't really know what to do recalling random **** out of the blue good comes with the bad it's poignantly true it just costs the last bit of my sanity
what do you do when there's nothing left to do?
(separate the spines from the flesh and pick the bones clean?) overthink :) and spend every thursday morning with a nice lady who tells you everything will be okay (i just dont know)