getting sad doesn’t get easier. being weak doesn’t mean being colder.
The world is upside down.
Clouds are shivering
sometimes id like to slice my skin open
to see everything that comes out
Life’s a funny miserable mess when you stop taking control of it.
im starting to feel sick again
shifting in my seat
ugh. What I wouldn’t give to use my mouth for something other than drinking.
life is such a hysterical mess.
with little other
than self awareness and the good sense
to not brag or boast
seem to have a way into my life.
without these golden moments
days of laying awake
lying to myself
listening to the bastards
rolling in their falsity and phoned in dreams