hands don't fail me now.

i wish things could be less complicated. i want this to be over.
and when the hunger returns, hopefully i'll be able to keep my head held high.

i don't think you realize your actions, nor how they effect anyone else but you.
i've spent the better part of my teenage years being afraid,
stuck inside a heavy shell.
my insides have been broken.

but i'm moving forward. there is a universe that i've neglected thanks to you.
and i hope that weighs heavy on you.

i did not know it would be like this, but i guess some things are better off left alone.