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I miss the way I used to breathe
I used to feel, but never touch.
I miss the way our fingers grasped
And never missed, the movement
Left to you ..
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Hurting quite a bit tonight.
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I have severe social anxiety, to the point where talking to a stranger in real life is literally terrifying.
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Drawing breath into my lungsReveling in things lost to myselfOxygen decreasing, grasping forWords that may bring back theNecessity of breathing, ofInh..
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Stomach churning, screaming;Desperately calling out for a nooseOf words to asphyxiate me.Pulling at my sanity and Pushing my boundaries.I cannot sleep..
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Poison, poison, fill me up.Pump my heart, coat my veins.Convert me to your lovely intoxication.Infect me to my brains.Inflict me with the passionOf co..
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Maybe I can turn around this block.
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*shrugs*
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Go back home nowww, and go back to sleep, and we say. Go back with someone else who, who wants you more than me.
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Just somethin I figure I could spare to add.
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