I weigh 121 pounds now. 6 away from where I want to be. 11 away from what would be perfect.
They’re sharp as knives.
You hold me captive with the things
You would do and say.
You make me feel, and I feel
Like an Insect.
I’ll be your sanctuary tonight,
I’m the only friend you’ll need to know,
Give me all your troubles
Let them go
Cross over and come inside.
He told me that he loved me too and all I could do for him was fall into denial, and drunkenly cry my eyes out, and now I can’t even attend his funeral. I’m just horrible.