"no matter how fucked you get,
it's always harder when you come back down.
and that was when i realized how hard it is to really change, even hell can get comfy once you're settled in.
and everything i ever wanted, i already had; glimpses of heaven everyday.
but the friends that i had, the music i make, the words that i feel... i just started to start again."
the days are a death wish
a witch hunt for an exit
i am powerless
the fragile, the broken
sit in circles and stay unspoken
we are powerless
'cause we all walk alone on an empty staircase
silent halls and nameless faces
i am powerless
everybody wants to go to heaven
but nobody wants to die
i can fear death no longer
i've died a thousand times
why explore the universe when we don't know ourselves?
there's an emptiness inside our heads that no one dares to dwell
throw me to the flames
watch me burn
set my world ablaze
watch me burn.
how are we on a scale of 1-10?
could you tell me what you see?
do you wanna talk about it?
how does that make you feel?
have you ever took a blade to your wrist?
have you been skipping meals?
we're gonna try something new today
how does that make you feel?
hold me close
don't let go
watch me
hold me close
don't let go
watch me
in this hospital for souls
hold me close
don't let go
watch me burn
hold me close
don't let go
watch me burn
in this hospital for souls
❥ ❥ ❥
hospital for souls; bring me the horizon
fun little back story: when i was in e.d/suicide recovery in May of 2015, i listened to this song nonstop as i was in the hospital. it described exactly how i felt and that was when i really really realized how important music was to me.
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lunar sadness // poetry of the insomniac
PoetryTRIGGER WARNING; mentions of abuse, self-injury, drug use, sexual content, etc. read at your own risk. poetry is mine, most lyrics are not. i'll give credit to who wrote whatever. everything in this book is relevant to my own emotion. enjoy.
