This feeling swells and burns.
I shuffle through my playlist looking for the perfect match. I find nothing but vague lines.
Nothing for my pain.
Nothing for my release.
It’s been years. I don’t open up. I can’t open up. It always ends the same.
Love is façade.
I’ve carved my soul out for too many. I can’t ever get it back.
Piece me back like humpty. I’ll always crumble back down.
The words on this paper and my bleeding eyes are all I have.
Despair. Despair. Despair.
Blow it all to hell. There is no one.