pain
makes me want to run
make like hudini
but my body stays there
minds the only thing vacant
and all I want is to live in the present
but it hurts
building
stinging in a way I can't escape
emotions I have no name for
bulding into hate
lashing out
hitting the only acceptable target
its always me
ripping myself appart
never works
just makes me bleed
until I'm screaming in the bath again
"do better"
"try again"
but maybe I'm just tired of fucking falling
I hear you whisper in my ear
"look at where we've been"
"It's better now"
its so hard to see the present with my heart stuck in the past