bedridden in the hallways of your own mind
left, right, turn
amazing feats performed by your dreams
ghosts only exist when you shower
you don't wash your face because you can't bear closing your eyes
for that long
imagining people in your bed in the morning
and your heart beats
in the morning i wake up and think about death, because i find it so incredible that i woke up at all.
one day i won't have that
let's have fun while we still can
why do you stay up all night, why do you drink until you can't see
just so you can feel good about staying in on a friday
old loves
stale romance
you've wrung your guts out enough
doused them with alcohol
and repeat
fingertips evade you
provide enough warmth for yourself
and stop asking questions that you can't answer
the emotion that you think is outside your grasp
resides in you
but you're always looking somewhere else
everyone is not looking happier than you
everyone is not as well put together
you don't see the end
worry about a future which involves people who you don't even know
stop
stay inside
stay indoors
find someone your age
leave the town and all the problems you created
less than you hoped for
and more than you deserve
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