Hello my love,
for once...

A mistaken text,
it changed my night...

Like a drug,
so addicting...

What would you say if I told you I choose you,
over her...

I'm lost.
I don’t know where to go or what to...

How do you recover from a night with the razor?
Hours of contemplating...

My arm is a canvas.
I paint with a knife...

I'm unhappy waiting,
that's evident...

This might be one of the hardest things I've ever...
But seeing you with her earlier was hard too...

So here I sit wondering what to write,
All I can think of is you...

In life are we all looking for the truth?
Or something better...

Scratches,
Cuts...