More alcohol to patch the lonely emptiness that permeates, A desperate attempt to chase a cheap high Crash and burn into flaming shards of ruin Suffer the children It doesn't matter anymore
Tag: Bones
Some Days
Some days, I want to shrink in on myself, To become nothing, A monster, And forget everything
Without
That same hand, Holding me back, Forcing me down, For all these years Our fingers entwined, Binding me for life No longer, I refuse
