It feel awful to be in the middle. Not being able to do a shit and just standing and listening to all crap happening around me. Then I ask myself why bother? I am just trying to do something right, but nothing seems to go my way… Lately I am just living to survive, that’s all…
"I’m praying that your eyes are the first to go;
The way they looked when you smiled,
The way they opened and closed.
Then your nose;
Every single breath against my neck.
And then your lips;
Every empty promise made and said."
"You wish me well, I wish you hell."
"They say that time flies, but you keep breakin’ its wings."