taking all the best moments and erasing them a little bit at a time until i can barely recall the things i used to care about
the world around me is often suffocating making me feel as if a boa constrictor is squeezing tightly around me
i have been crushed into little ugly icky piles of dust because of my inability to avoid falling in lust and the amount of times iβve left my heart out in the rain itβs just layered and coated in rust
i am stuck on repeat like a skipping disk always taking a risk when i find myself getting too comfortable then letting all my progress go to ****
my brain is sometimes kinda smart but my heart is the biggest idiot which is why so often i try not to admit the stupid **** that hides deep inside of it
the life i thought i knew is crumbling beneath me and i keep falling through hitting each and every obstacle that has found its way into my existence thereβs no point in showing resistance i keep falling and falling but i never finish going the distance