Since you’ve been gone I’ve learned how to break. How to smile while dying how to shatter and fake. I’m stitching my soul with the threads of regret. But some holes are wounds you just can’t forget.

I try to stand, but I spiral again, Back to the dark where I lose all my friends. Will I climb out, or get lost in the sky? Will I make it back up… or just die getting high? I don’t know what’s real, or how I should feel,