i can't distract myself from this pain. the wound keeps pouring, it's not clotting. there's a smoldering hole where my heart was. i've been given up on.
i wish i would have known things had reached this point before everyone else did. i'm always the last to know.
i just want to crawl under a fucking rock and fucking die.
i can't plead my case. what good would it do anyways, i already lost.
i'd give anything for this to have never happened.
i wish i would have known things had reached this point before everyone else did. i'm always the last to know.
i just want to crawl under a fucking rock and fucking die.
i can't plead my case. what good would it do anyways, i already lost.
i'd give anything for this to have never happened.