cigarettes and chocolate milk
i wish i could give up on trying to find "the one".
but it is a never ending cycle that rears it's head consistantly.
my fingers say that i can get passed this situation,
but my heart and brain are not allowing it.
there is a thunderstorm in my head that wont stop
until the last ounce of me is fulfilled.
knowing that i will not ever be fulfilled, i will be in a constant struggle.
but this is life.
we can't be expected to survive everything.
we can only grow from these self-inflicted wounds.
alas.
this is the end of this.
but it is a never ending cycle that rears it's head consistantly.
my fingers say that i can get passed this situation,
but my heart and brain are not allowing it.
there is a thunderstorm in my head that wont stop
until the last ounce of me is fulfilled.
knowing that i will not ever be fulfilled, i will be in a constant struggle.
but this is life.
we can't be expected to survive everything.
we can only grow from these self-inflicted wounds.
alas.
this is the end of this.