Waking up is the hardest thing to do. I pick myself up and push to where it's all I can take I've tried and tried but you can't fake what isnt there. I just love the things I can't hold on to. Sometimes it feels like the only thing i know to do is lose what matters most. I'm not me, my body is a ghost I wish I could find my skin, I'm not me my body is a ghost I wish that I could live again.
I've kicked this chair from underneath me and found no hope at the end of this fucking rope.
Now I know what it's like to live with myself.
Clear my life away and dust the shelf. It's all I am and it's floating away.
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