So they told me I should move on with my life, but how can I do that if it does no longer belong to me? Part of my mind is hidden in the shadows, suffocating, unable to free itself and I guess I could try to breathe deeper but it hurts my throat. Can you please hold me? The thing is, I only pretend that you can hold me when, in fact, you just bury me inside your arms. You're like a grave and I'm suicidal, always jumping to lay down on you. Can you please stop me? So they tell me I should get help, but I'm in love with the madness, what can I do?

Etiquetas: ashtray heart, crenças, desordem da personalidade, ken

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