Heart ache leaks from my bed sheets, and memories that have turned rather bleak.
And god damnit why can't I feel anything?
Fuck, why does it hurt to breathe?
Bones breaking to the sound of raindrops against metal.
Water eats at my skin, the girl in the bathroom mirror looks rather grim.
And yes if you really pay attention no one has ever loved you the way they said they did.
Though I guess I tend to let myself get lost in others, forgetting to feel for myself.
And each time they stare back your way it's almost physically dreadful, like you never asked them for anything in the first place.
It's forceful, and sinful, the way you could break every single inch of me and I'd still take every precaution not to leave a scratch on your delicate skin.
And it's tearing away at my insides, suffocating me as it spreads through my flesh.
All I want to do is truly get some rest.
