The Feed

Sometimes you will make an epic mistake with the person you care about most. Now that people can hide on the internet it can be destructive to your goal.

I’m bleeding out
I’ve opened a self inflicted wounds
I let my insecurities break me and hurt you
It feels like I am the new Atlas and the world rest on my shoulders
As I try and repair damages done
You are the key to my survival
I almost lost you because of how my poorly wired brain works
I’m almost lost the thing that makes me a whole
It’s has been 75 days since I collapsed our world
I count each day as reminder of your tears
There are days that I sit in silence and think about all I’ve done
Then I see you, I see you and I thank God
Don’t let the feed beat us
Don’t let rumors kill us
My transgressions hang tight around my neck like a noose
You are my love and my hangman