The way he stared at me, like I was a ghost.
Like I lost all resemblance of who I once was...
I'm sorry that I'm deceitful,
that I look just fine, except I'm not...
It breaks my weeping heart
that somewhere along...
I fell off
the slippery grid...
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...
Sometimes, I feel like life just sneaks out the...
whilst my eyes are gazing out the front door...