honey, none of the substances you fill your body with will make any difference. the images in your head must be pretty fucking blurry but the lenses have some stains on them right now. oh, but don`t worry now.
you don`t have to be broke to get broke
you don`t have to be insane to get mad
you don`t have to be alive to feel alive
you don`t have to be in love to get loved
you don`t have to be in pain to get hurt
you don`t have to be upset to feel despair
this is the end of
As I slowly open my eyes in the darkness of your mind the mere thought of having to face the depths of your conscience makes my bones shiver. I often wonder who or what is responsible for the crowded web that is eating you alive but I realize, while softly pulling myself back to reality, that none of the attempts the claws of mind made in order to have you open your heart had any power over you. It is fine by me, I don’t mind taking part in this almost human show you put up for everyone to enjoy, I am just confused and intrigued by your soberness during this.
The pressure over my chest will soon go away but you remain the same shitty person that I know you know you are.