Circles

Nighttime

October 25, 2015

Blood leaks out of seams that weren't very well mended

Seams that were meant to hold the bad inside me

It seems those seams weren't meant to pop

My world is closing in on me, one fucking inch at a time. Soon I won't have any more air to breathe.

Time management has never been my strong suit.

I'm pushing myself into this but I can't find the power to get myself out.

I've just got to make it through.