I'm leaving for a holiday from my mind it's going numb
from all the screaming when no one is listening.
I'll turn away from everyone so I don't have to explain my constant loathing... I'm not that desperate I swear.
You're god-sent, and I'm useless. In the end it's all the same.
Tracing back the steps I took that brought me to this place
of self abuse and lying to myself.
I'll break my fingers one by one between my crooked teeth
to feel something apart from the nothing I am.
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