look at me,
I’m stumbling down that oh so familiar path of mine. Give me a hit; anything that will make me feel better for a little while. Numb me with a drug induced nirvana that will make me forget my own name and what i’m about. I want the highs but i also want the lows. I want to feel myself crashing back down. Feeling every sharp sound and emotion ripping through my skull and down to my chest. That realisation that i’m a fucking human being and i feel. The feeling of being alive. Barely but so much. Where’s the sense in anything?
You’re a liar.
You’re a liar.
You’re a liar.
You don’t love me.
You don’t even know me.
LIAR.
