I'm Only Physically Here.
I'm trying to find serotonin
In bodies and whiskey oceans
Floating above water isn't working
Fighting the gravity, so here's to hoping
I don’t feel right unless I'm wrong
I told you this all along
It's like there's a switch that flipped
No longer writing my own script
Can you tell me why you're still here
Why you haven't disappeared
I know I'm always next to you
(But) I'm...
Friday 13th August 2021 4:19 am
White Striped Echo
"What's the blood from? And please tell the truth
You didn't have those stains before you left for school
You cover your scars but wear the stains with pride"
Would you believe me when I say it's how I feel alive.
Awkward in my own skin but comforted by my blood
I don't even like myself. How can I be someone you love?
Call me a sore loser when I didn't even ask to play
White striped refle...
Wednesday 26th May 2021 5:55 pm
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