Love; the feeling that I've lost control.
Let me walk away from this all. Everything; you, what happened, and whats next to come. Let me pierce my eyes and sew my mouth. I need to get out from under this weight that rests on my shoulders and feeling of misery etched into my mind. These pills make me want to peel off my skin and break loose from this human shell I'm trapped within. Razors could never cut deep enough to cut out all the sin I've been collecting for years, might as well keep trying. Cigarette ashes fill my lungs until I can hardly breath. Am I satisfied yet?