december 7th, 2019

i dream that the sun falls, and i collapse to my knees, and maybe… maybe i was wrong. maybe i don’t really deserve to be here at all.

and so crumple up your skull. bury all thoughts of going through with this, and stay right here. because this is where you belong.

and i am so tired of everything. of standing below the storm, and taking the pain, and closing my eyes, and locking it all away because nothing matters as long as the rest of the world will be okay.

i dream that i was only born yesterday, and how can i feel so old and so young all at once? how can i feel this way? how can my head sizzle, smoke, and crackle–

but i’m sure the pain is nothing compared to what you’re feeling anyway.

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