-Good Morning, Stranger-

They sound like such simple words,
But they cut into me so.
Such simple places,
But they all seem to move so slow.
Maybe if I were a lover,
I could make it freeze up in summer,
So I won't have to forget,
The way you and I would hold each other as we talked about regret.
Maybe if I could see you again,
We would be able to mend,
The chloroform's keeping me unconscious,
In a forgetful daze until I finally figure out how to stop this.
This feeling of failure,
That follows me,
When you are near,
Into finality.

-CONTENT WARNINGS-
-Depictions of poor mental health-
-References suicidal urges and/or self harm-
-Use of gore and dark imagery-
-Surrealist themes-
-General head junk-