not seeing anything, but the things we wanted to see.
If not for yourself Live for those who love you Anxiety runs high They don’t need to see It’s written on your face
I never wanted to be here, but now that I’m here, I don’t want to leave. Floating away and thinking I’m happy, but I’M not.
I walked across a memory, and fell into a forgotten place; it was a lapse in memory. I’ve hurt myself. As I climb to the edge of the cranial recall.
life is strife and to survive it too long is the true “hell.”