The sun is burning my skin, my heart is broken, eyes still wet from the tears I cried last night or maybe this morning,
my throat is choking itself and it feels like the world has fallen on my chest,
it's heavier than I can lift,
I'm still using the route to home that only we knew existed.
I'm not sure if you still remember me or not but I remember you,
your smell at least or maybe it's just how cigarettes smell like in general.
Yesterday I passed by the shop you dearly liked, I looked at your favorite candy.
I bought one. I smashed it with a hammer. No it didn't feel any better,
I did it because sudden psychotic urges exist.
I stopped cutting myself with the razors
Now i use blades from sharpeners, all my pencils are blunt;
my thighs lined with scars.
The sun is still burning my skin and I'm close to losing all my sense.
Might see you next to me on my hospital bed, might not, you're not keeping me sane.
