Hold no trust in tomorrow.
The way I hate you... isn't beautiful at all.
The way I'm getting torn apart from the inside out.. isn't scary at all.
The way I hope for not much more than to escape myself... isnt's surprising at all.
But the way that I feel horrible for everything that I'm feeling... now that's fucking horrendous.
Everything around me seems inescapable, despite the fact that I would like nothing more.
There's something special about hitting rock bottom. You have this sense of safety when you believe it can't get any worse. The sad thing about life though dear... it can always get worse.
And it usually does.
The way I'm getting torn apart from the inside out.. isn't scary at all.
The way I hope for not much more than to escape myself... isnt's surprising at all.
But the way that I feel horrible for everything that I'm feeling... now that's fucking horrendous.
Everything around me seems inescapable, despite the fact that I would like nothing more.
There's something special about hitting rock bottom. You have this sense of safety when you believe it can't get any worse. The sad thing about life though dear... it can always get worse.
And it usually does.