rotting in bed, roots attached to the bed. Nothing outside the door but judgmental stares, the say I will get better, but that day is in a future I can't reach with my mind.
A crumbling life, its nearly shattered. And unlike glass that cuts, this glass shard is dulled from use. Life has aways been crumbling around, but I only notice it now when I rot.
Are you happy to see me this way, good. Keep being happy, for I wish to see you.
(Changed my php from Azure to Aubree!!! I'm so Aubree trust XD)