"it's just a faint line....
....i'll trace to recreate"
every morning is the worst part of my day, i wake up and through the chaos of the remenants of my passing dreams (which i never can recall as good), and the sickness settles in.
i try to smile, but i hate conciousness.
everything reminds me of the thing i want to forget
every breath is just proof that i am alive and there is no way out of it.
i try to keep my head on tight, be happy
i'm sorry if i fail guys.
just know i'm trying ... really hard... to not feel anything. and if there was an on off switch i would use it.
every morning is the worst part of my day, i wake up and through the chaos of the remenants of my passing dreams (which i never can recall as good), and the sickness settles in.
i try to smile, but i hate conciousness.
everything reminds me of the thing i want to forget
every breath is just proof that i am alive and there is no way out of it.
i try to keep my head on tight, be happy
i'm sorry if i fail guys.
just know i'm trying ... really hard... to not feel anything. and if there was an on off switch i would use it.