I’m a mess
Anxiety induced pretension
Romanticized suicide was never my intention
My words are like a broken record
So listen to them as you sleep
False narratives of a misplaced love
It’s my fault your heart bleeds darling
Let me transfuse
Sometimes I consider this a truthful scripture
The insomnia scrawling of a drowning writer
Like etches of a mad man’s cell
But sometimes I think I put myself through hell
Leave me lonely, I’m better this way
I can’t hurt you, you’re already broken
There is nothing left to say
If we stay together we will destroy each other
I’m focused on my future while still in the past
Sometimes I wanna die, others I wanna run
In the grass we lay,