Shelby's rant book

ok

missing you comes around in waves and tonight i'm drowning 

and just take my hand give me a reason to start again

i wonder how many pills

or cuts, 

or accidents, 

or breakdowns, 

or panic attacks, 

or bad days, 

Would it take to prove, 

I resemble a tree,

I look strong on the outide

but when part of me snaps 

inside

there is nothing left but my rotting years