it s hard to talk about someone i hardly know i just want to go back to the same things i always go back to i m to the point of disbelief that i even question what i see second guessing what s right in front of me i can look at my best friends and i can see the hope the strength it s real leaving me wondering when all that died in me the same passion is there but it s in an opposite vein i tried to feel that optimism but who the fuck am i kidding i ve lost so much fucking time to all the lingering too busy hiding from the man i m becoming can t bear this fucking weight it s much too heavy to take i don t know what s heavier the cloud in my head or the weight on my shoulders i don t see shit in myself but if you say you see something i fucking swear i ll keep trying i ll fucking try til i m dying that s why i cover all my skin cause i m not happy with the person within i use the ink to remind me that forever exists