i struggle with a sickness all my own

broken glass,

broken souls from the night before. who's to say we aren't dying?

and i'm crying for the first time in days, that familiar feeling never fades when it becoms second nature to let it bleed.

i hate my addictions, and i hate this heart, so on my sleeve as to kill me if i ever get too close. and what i do doesn't make me beautiful. i'm here in this place, knowing what it is i am, what it is i must be to.....

i would have this world swallow me in flame, i would have my journey in bookstores, i would have myself not love for fear of all that moment brings.

but i do love. and i do love you.

but this world's a cruel one. i've always known.

and it's just enough to make me lose my faith in _ _ _ _.