If only he knew about the world without the bullshit and the lies.
We could've saved him.
They could've saved me.
But instead I'm here drowning in my own fucking mind.
And I'll be damned if you're the death of me.
Blood and ink stain the walls.
Silently with bloody knuckles, I carry on.
Hoping it's not too wrong.
You said the nights were far too long.
'Honey, it's just the start of it.
end.
