They sound like such simple words, But they cut into me so. Such simple places, But they all seem to move so slow. Maybe if I were a lover, I could make it freeze up in summer, So I won't have to forget, The way you and I would hold each other as we talked about regret. Maybe if I could see you again, We would be able to mend, The chloroform's keeping me unconscious, In a forgetful daze until I finally figure out how to stop this. This feeling of failure, That follows me, When you are near, Into finality. -CONTENT WARNINGS- -Depictions of poor mental health- -References suicidal urges and/or self harm- -Use of gore and dark imagery- -Surrealist themes- -General head junk-
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