The pain washed upon my face without permission,
seeing my fear made him stronger...

It breaks my weeping heart
that somewhere along...

We are survivors of these vicious shark attacks,
grabbed suddenly at our weakest moment...

I fell off
the slippery grid...

I know one day you will come running back,
claiming to have changed your mind again...

The memory of addiction is so fresh,
I can almost taste it...

I used to feel so free,
staying up all through the night...

Sometimes when I am trapped in my own thoughts,
I forget to remember what keeps me...

Each time I look at my scars,
I'm fighting thought of opening them back up...

Happiness...
they say that nothing else comes above it...

Imagine a soul
dying all alone...

It feels like every time I give my heart away,
it comes back with another broken piece...