writers blockworeds are flowing out but nothing feels right cant find the gold cant follow the rainbowtwisting thoughts in my mindnothings making sens..
blockssmall delicate under pushing pounding fingerssing baby make these keys singlifeflows into words making them pop making them come to lifemood swi..
swift changespulling at my insideshead hurtshungry heartnothings wrong but i cant smile just yetmy body is sore my thoughts tiredsomethings not rightn..
my name is briand im a f*****g piece of shitthats what i am.slami hit the wallwords. they can beat you to a pulptear your heart to shredsa hit rarely ..
growas these people surround mefilling seats till arms press up against each otherbodies one after the next fill in around metalking in whispers eyes ..
like a slow burning, desire risesfrom my toes through my veinsboiling my blood as it rises upsteam escaping throungh my skinmy fingers grasp at the ai..
simple words can cause disasteras my surroundings slip from my grasp i realize i lost controlnothing makes sense as i tumblea few words to casually sp..
holding up with a thousand coughssmoke flow in then outpowder cloaking my throughtconfusedi hope anxiety doesnt flood inthis lemonaid burnssmoke blow ..