Needing to get my feet onto solid ground or needing my ears to hear that fucking sound. Falling away from every trace of sanity, I can't believe it got this bad in the first place. If I really meant half the things I said, you would be dead. You should have learned to swim before you jumped into the sea. Now you're just as good as dead. I know one day I'm gonna regret it all. But at least I know what I'm getting myself into. I don't care who you are. I don't care who you've been. I'd sleep better at night knowing the world was fake. But it doesn't matter because I can't sleep and my head is pounding. When it rains it pours. Its the only thing that makes me feel alive, and I intend to keep doing it. Frozen to the bone and I can't fucking move. I can't feel my face. Burning to feel the sun one last time before I'm too old to even care anymore. There will be a day when you are engulfed in flames.