I see walking bombs on the streetHearts not beating, but ticking
I think to myself: I don't want to survive this oneI want to burn up in the wreckage
I'll never forget how the depression and loneliness felt good and bad at the same time. Still does.
Love heals scars love left
She lit my soul and inhaled deeplyFlicking my ashes occasionally.
I get tired of talking when I want to be silent.
I definitely learned a lesson this time. I know that I can be broken. I am not as tough as I thought. I see it now. At this point, it's the only thing good that came out of all of this. I know myself better now and know what I have to do.