Well I search my soul and my thoughts
is cluttered and messed up in there
conflicting ideas is what I got
Where the good ones got put I don't know where
so I drink and pray
kneeling before a porcelain god
is my pain here to stay
Am I just permanently flawed

Moving on will get easier
as I move out of here
I wasn't the one leaving her
I have been filled with too much fear
a broken mirror on the floor
of an unlit bathroom I got bare feet
walking even away never hurt more
You'll know where I've been if you follow where I bleed

An apartment with nothing much in it
it's still hard to move around
it's just a bed, some chairs, and worthless ****
most of my clothes were given or found
My stomach extends even though I don't eat
nothing in here is clean I have no view
It something old a borrowed seat
The only thing new since you left is me feeling blue

god I suck. I quit

quitting shouldn't be an option if you value self, continue writing and getting your feelings out