your perception of me is a reflection of you

stuck in repeated cycles, give me a moment

try to see everybody but who tries to see me fr

wanna cut so bad as if the urge never really went

how badly i want to see my skin open

weed, beer, pills and cigarettes

did i manipulate myself into thinking i was happy??????

i just wanna commit suicide

that was not so high functioning addict of me

i will never recover from the fear of men

broke my cycle but wonder if yours still running

expecting emotional depth from people who never learned to sit with themselves

the length that we grief is the length that we love

one year and i still dream about you

end of the day words are just words

i can hold grief without collapsing

i can do it alone