christmas day. sore throat, and eyes half closed. and yeah, i’m not good enough. i know.
and say what you want. but i’m no one special, okay. just a sleep deprived, messed up kid. holding her skull in her hands, and trying to makes sense of any of this.
and my head aches, and my legs hurt, and every part of me is just so. fucking. tired.
so light me candles. so pump your fists against my chest just trying to bring this empty body back to life and it won’t work. but you can still try.
and let the darkness wash over you. let it slip inside your organs. and fester in your lungs, until you’re ready to explode.
and don’t you dare let it go.