When I'm with you, everything makes sense again.
But when I'm not with you, my thoughts consume me...

To me
The sun doesn't shine anymore...

I lay in bed
Watching a beautiful sunrise...

There's this thing about cutting,
When you're doing it- it feels amazing...

It didn't just appear out of nowhere,
It took years of triggers to come out...

I'm just struggling
Struggling to smile...

Her smile was once so bright.
It shined through all the death and anguish...

Why did I have to find it?
Hiding in the bathroom drawer...

I am not
okay...

I found you
lying on the bathroom floor...

I try
to keep myself...

No phones
no pens...