I miss you.
Your humor...
I could have let it go. I swear.
But something wouldn't let me...
Oh how I wish I was enough
For you to choose health...
I am a hurricane
Leaving behind a path of pain...
A slap in the face
What to do...
I've been picking up the pieces
Of my life for so long...
For once,
If I stopped healing...
The trigger changes
The reaction stays the same...
There's a child with a butcher knife
Running through my head...
i don’t believe in happy ending;
i saw despair in your eyes...
*any typos or errors I’m just frustration...
I’m just me...
I am a boat
Taking on water...