An empty glass of self.
Melted wings.
Shattering smartly in the sea.
Every.
Not sure where I went wrong.
Even more unsure of where I went right.
Can't.
Everything I do is wrong.
Everything I do...
hurts someone.
Everyone.
Am I only consumable by the
naive'
fearful
weak
Will I be canabalized?
Am I?
I want someone to save me from myself.
Stop the hammer falling.
Pull the gin from my mouth.
Catch the bullet with my pillow.
Catch some Z's with my face.
Strike that
Reverse it.
Love.
Always.
Makes you wonder.
