"I need a cigarette.."
I repeat in my head.
I have become so negative, in an alternate state of mind.
"These scratches.."
I close my eyes.
I scream mentally, my eyelids say so as they wrinkle.
"I wish I had done better."
My head submerged.
I'm drowning in the thought of never being able to dig myself out.
"Fuck me."
Lust on the tip of my tongue.
Love in the front lines; fight for what you think you want.
"I hate my father."
We all saw that one coming.
Forgiveness is at the bottom of the list.
"Dear God.."
I only pray when I've lost complete hope in myself.
Dante sounds more interesting.
"Do I have to wake up?"
I have allowed myself to get too comfortable.
I wish I can break, so I can be repaired.
"Bad neighborhood.."
No more meteor showers.
No more late-night walks.
"Girls.."
Soft, beautiful, tempting.
I wonder who.
"Boys.."
Fuck you.
I wonder when.
"You can't write."
Watching these curtains breathe..
Waiting for the sun to shine through..