bubbling to the surface is something of anger. distrust. betrayal.
leave me lone on a trail of dust, just so i can breathe in the decay and rubble which has been dug up for now. i wander and lose my breath.
let me breathe.
was it really me who made you dizzy? who made you fall? when i was the one carrying the baggage and all of your UGLY SHIT. it was me lifting you up all of the time, im sorry you had to jump.
let me rest.
if we were "made for each other" god must really hate us both. through hell and back, we broke each other's backs by stepping on cracks and rolling over our ankles.
let me heal.
