4 long deep gills, to go live in a happier place,
remember? sometimes, things don't work out the way you would've liked them to. expectations only lead to disappointment. hope only leads to pain. every year ends up being exactly like the one before, and everything changes, but it's still all the same junk regurgitated back up again.
the endless regret, the pain and the stress and the sorrow all mean you're still alive. there's still a void deep inside you and you're starting to cave in.
because it's another new year that's suffocating, another new year that's threatening to bring it all crashing down. it's another new year but you still spend every night all alone staring at the ceiling, wondering where you went wrong, and you're still dying inside, and you still feel like screaming and tearing yourself apart.
so maybe one day, you'll let go, you'll finally give up.
somehow you manage to keep going and going, through all the regret and pain and stress and sorrow, and then, just when you feel like maybe everything's going to be okay, the person you least expect to hurt you is finally going to break you
and you're going to shatter into a thousand pieces
and you're never going to be quite right again.