i'm stuck in this bomb of a body; heels pressed into the knowledge that things will always go wrong. finger cocked on the hair-trigger that is my mind; whether the blast will go inwards or out no one knows. either way, the result will hurt everyone close to this disaster that is me and myself; the only thing i can be trusted to do is sabotage my health - i fail on purpose at everything else,
Note: This was written 8 months ago. I was in an abusive situation, and I'm out now. Things still aren't great, but it does get a little better from here on out.
Empty hearts with heavy souls losing grip of all control we've lost our minds, love, can't you see? Or are you blinded now, along with me?
The music plays, but we can't hear it we just sing along to silence I wonder what you're thinking When you're staring through the glass As the rain falls, and you reassure me that this flood, it won't last.
We numb ourselves, when we want to feel but you've been burned before My scars, they match yours And we're too terrified to let the flame grow dim
Now you're a forest fire I'm unable to put out So we dance around the ashes As the rain turns to drought