But I always wake up feeling like shit...
On binges to make the world stop. Or just to pass the time. Its springtime so I can find some excuse. Wake up in a daze. Getting home the next morning is always the worst. Its like this entire city knows exactly where I spend these nights. Dont look anyone in the eye. Existing is exactly what you don't want. Try to sleep it all off. But the only thing that makes it ok is crying in a corner on the bathroom floor. And people that would save your life in a heartbeat. But theres always that one who never will. Brain is shaking but youre dull to the senses. I'll just hide out in the dark. You'd rather not see me this way anyway. I'd rather never see you. Pacing around and screaming. I've never been more aware and you've never been so fucking miniscule. This is just another thing I will learn to forget.