I bled all my feelings out.
I scratched and scared and fell too hard and now it's like I crave the taste of other souls.
Rip them open and suck them cold just how I've been taught to do before.
This is wise,
relief and no more lies taunting my pride.
This isn't my mind,
I think you took my sanity and set it aside,
that girl has died.
Sometimes I wish I could dig her up and pick her apart, take what can help me better myself.
But you are the only one who knows where her remains lay, and maybe that's the bittersweet part, maybe this was all meant to turn out how it fell apart.
