Someone, help me
cause the memory convinced itself to tear me apart
and it's gonna succeed before long

this is the memory, this is the curse of having
too much time to think and it's killing me

It hurts so much.
Everytime I think about it, the only thing I feel like doing
is to use something to make it hurt more so that it won't
feel like it's the most painful thing i'm going through rn
the feeling is so fucking overwhelming
even cutting is not that pain

and it hurts because i don't wanna talk to anyone about it
because i don't wanna bother them with such minor things
because to me it can hurt so much, but to them its so small
i mean my friends go through so much more than this

i can't even handle something like that.
i'm seriously beginning to question my existence on this planet.

but everytime i have nothing on my mind,
i'll replay the whole scene, the whole motherfucking scene

why didn't the fever kill me yesterday.
why.

find me a medicine to take away the pain
after all, we're all addicted to something that will take away the pain