I can't stop shaking and my mind won't stop racing and the pain in my chest won't stop aching and my heart won't stop breaking and my lungs won't stop taking and my lips won't stop quivering and my eyes won't stop streaming tears that never seem to fade. These are my days. These are my days. These are my days. I've fallen away haven't I? Yes I have. The pain has taken over my body the thoughts have gotten the best of my sanity. Or what I thought was sanity.

I can't stop shaking and my mind won't stop racing fuck I wish I wasn't so stupid but i am and there is nothing I can do to stop my eyes from tearing at the thought of him. of him and her. But I have no one to talk to and shit sucks and I act like in okay and kitchen sinks aren't what they are to you as they are to me. Now are they?

I can't stop shaking at the thought of how I lost everything And how everyone doesn't know how broken I truly am or how torn I really am. Am I that good of an actor? I've only done this for roughly 10 ish years. I don't think they care. I can't think they care. I can't stop my heart from tearing my flesh away. Only the scar tissue where my body is trying to heal the slashes people helped me create. Knifes are dangerous but have you met the brutality of someone's words against raw healing scar tissue or are you just that blind?