eight.

you don't read this anyway.

god. my head hurts.
sleep hasn't crossed my path
only you.

never ending
constant spirals
you, you, you.

past, present, future.

laughter. happiness. distance. pain.

too insignificant to change the game
just another monster
you've already slain.

would you have spared me?

I'm crying.
I'm so, so pathetic.
so, so desperate.

will you forgive my sins?

but bad guys never change.
and there I'll stay.

choking on my words
afraid of my actions
running from myself
this is what I've become
this is what I am

this
is
who
I
am