Me digging your grave.
While blasting Turmion Kätilöt.
The fucks I give.
one of these days, i’ll start to let myself heal. just not today…
Well, I’ll wait til you listen
I won’t say a word
To follow your instincts
Just never worked for me
You’re silent but strong, yeah, I’m playing that card
And you’re noticing nothing again
Now I’m lying on the table
With everything you said
Keep that in mind, the way that it felt
When the most I could do, was to just blame myself
So, we’re talking forever
And you almost feel better
But, betters no excuse for tonight
You see, it’s never bad enough
To just leave or give up
But, it’s never good enough to feel right
I really, honestly want to rip my flesh off and cut myself away into tiny fucking ribbons, but I’m trying so hard to be nice to myself for some stupid fucking reason. I ruin everything…
I hate my fucking job and i hate my fucking boss and i hate these fucking doctors and i hate this fucking apartment and i hate these fucking bills and i hate my paranoia and i hate this mental fucking cage I’ve created to ruin myself with and i hate not being able to breathe and i hate being haunted every time i sleep. I hate not being able to live.