I taste sulfate.
This is making me sick.
Hold on, let me stick my fingers down my throat.
Now back to business.
I am empty.
I can't think.
I may have just thrown my life away.
Doubtful, its not that easy.
Or is it.
If i could think i would.
If i wasn't surrounded by negative.
If i could start over.
If only.
I wish.
Maybe maybe maybe.
Get over it.
I'm tired of the past, stop following me.
I need to stop dropping these bread crumbs.
But it's so easy, it's comforting.
Stop taking from me, please.
You have everything.
Stop being greedy, move on.
I'm already sprawled across the floor.
I've lost too much blood to move.
How much more, tell me.
What else do you want from me.
xoxo
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