lets make this a little easier.

[holdngursecrets]

bitter is the smoke, leaving your lungs.
broken is the girl, standing in your mirror.
fighting is the heart, battered by your words.
racing is the mind, that is flawed by empty memories.

and this whole thing nauseates me.

and i dont want to talk. i dont want to feel. i dont want to breathe. i simply want to write until my fingers fall off.

i'm a walking contradiction. a bucket of tears. and a handful of secrets hidden under the lamp light of this god forsaken town.

i'm a liar.