Thoughts Of Me, Sorry.

I thank you.

I thank you for all the times I stare in the mirror, where I can see every detail of my decaying body. body bags surround my eyes reminding me of the corpse my sleep lay to be, forgotten, but braided into my reflection. I forgive you, for all the times I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, hoping to find some pattern that will continue my ever lasting plan for success, while all I can ever find is failure. I cry for you, for all the times I stood in the shower, as if my piercing glance will take my feet off the ground and take me somewhere elsewhere, far, far from where I stand now. I live for you, because even through all the self loathing, you are the only you I've got, I live in you, and you live in me, so we will stick together till we drop. I am grateful, that my soul is stuck to one body that I have to forgive, for I can't survive if I can't live.