Torn apart by your ultimate fears. Haunted by everything putrid stemming as far back as puberty.
festering into conscious nightmares of an inevitable and perpetual damaged soul because you become the trauma.
You become the embodiment of everything – everyone who’s been hurt.
It doesn’t end.
It doesn’t end because
i reminisce about narrowing rooms and dying heartbeats.
i fantasize about the beatings and breaking i deserved.
i’m everyone’s understanding everyone‘s patience.
You’re every bad day every bad trip
everyone’s everything that hurts.