all the beauty I’m not and the intimacy I’m not having It’s a full time job
waking life is one long apology I am truly sorry
SITS IN CORNER FACING THE WAL
I give too many fucks I’m a careless fuck giver A promiscuous worrier
Me I’ll overthink myself into 500 years of doubt and self murder
I hate myself But all my demons are my own
Garden of ugh
So sweet yes Honeycomb bones
i thoughtyou wanted some kind of sci fi artschool continental time zone cocks and cunts opera
At any other point in history I wouldve been dead for years
I can’t hardly breathe in daylight
no food starve die die u bastard
People pour their own desire into what they don’t know or see or something
selfish spiteful mornings and suffocating silent nights
SITS IN CORNER FACING THE WAL
I've been avoiding doctors So I'm unmediated
Just a git
So sweet yes Honeycomb bones
I hate myself But all my demons are my own
I can’t hardly breathe in daylight
Who hasn't lived in fear of the me outside and the me inside
It's dark and quiet and nothing can hurt me now The day demons are dead
My corner shop only sells cancer and concrete
Denial and repression keep me breathing