break me into something worth it more than the heads of statues even if the trend reconciles itself i ll still wake up wishing i didn t so maybe instead i ll choke on these anti anxiety pills so i don t have to swallow the flavor of life floating away in your hands against his chest or my head on the bathroom fucking floor but every morning is a clean slate and my back starts to break my face starts to change alignment of the way i act and the way i am because in my mind it s an emptiness multi foliate an abundance of layers buried out of necessity a laundry list of accomplishments control the crisis stage the disease sell your soul to words that mean nothing