it’s funny in my head, i had made everything out to be everything and anything I ever wanted
I thought that this would free me God was I foolish I thought “here, i can flourish” without anything to cage me and i forgot i was my own worst nightmare and my very own persecutor
when, oh, when will i be free of this poison coursing though my veins relentlessly whispering in my flesh that i’d be nothing but regrets
i thought i was happy, and then he broke me after i cried all my tears and bled all those years i found someone who understands it is me i cannot stand
i found him and he found me but god it could never save me and i lie there in my own misery
















