Me, Myself, And I

Impulse memories drag my heart on to my sleeve.
Uncomfortable in my own skin, as anyone could see.
I sever every tie, then burn the threads off every end
I break the heart of every person, that had ever dared to call me a friend.
“Honestly I hope something bad happens to you,”
Well honestly I do too
And if that isn’t enough my anxiety will chew
Through my heart until my face is a calming blue
The smoke will daze my dreams,
8 hours of blackness with 960 minutes of anxiety in between

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~ by Jake Wilcocks on August 13, 2011.

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