everything's a mess.
scrambled thoughts and infected gun fires.
through every piece of me.
but it dosen't hurt.
i'm so used to your pain; i'm imune to it.
the addicting adrenaline that i prey for.
the adrenaline caused by your damage.
it hurts so good. it bleeds so fast.
i sapose if you didn't start
i wouldn't be in this situation.
the lovely situation where everything's making 360 degree turn
turning upside down till every last drop of my emotion falls.
imagine all the pieces of my system on the ground.
searching for that last beat of life, that you stole.
knocking me out for the thousandth fucking time.
leaving me to clean up all the pieces for the thousandth fucking time.
crying as i'm stitching back together the things you destroyed.
oh the pain.
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