When you drop the person, you’re leaving the void.
When you drop the void, you’re leaving nothing.
What is it the infatuation that
We feel when we
Victimize ourselves into thinking that we’re
Bottomless trenches of the soldiers who
Lost the war they weren’t properly drafted for.
Like another excuse to
Feel sorry for
Ourselves, we know that we
Would end up feeling like we
Can’t breathe correctly as we’re being timed by
Ordinary life and
Obstacles that tell us that we’re fine.
Fine by us, fine by them, fine by those who
Wanted to see us this way.
Oh little voice that was too embarrassed,
Speaking is no longer your problem,
Now you are out of control, and you
Cannot save yourself from this one.
Because it’s not about you this time.
It’s not us this time.
It’s like im sleepwalking
I swear I don’t know what I’m doing at this point. I shouldn’t have let myself get this far. I think I have a problem. I didn’t even notice myself going through it.
This makes me question what I can and can’t handle..
This past week has been so much to swallow, and it’s not what I need right now.. ah…
people think I’m playing when I say Im sexually attracted to the color red.
foe. im serious.