Heavy is the heartbreak i wear. 
I look at my creepy spirit in the mirror. 
The more i connect with myself, the more i realize my collapse is drawing nearer.

Self hatred is on the tip of my tongue and i’m trying to swallow it.
My heart is growing kinda cold and pretty hollow-ish.

I didn’t save much love to give back to myself, and nobody else has the capacity for me.
My garden has dried up and emptied. 
There’s nobody to come help me plant my seeds.
The lonely road that i walk wears me out,
and brings my soul to its knees.

You get the picture…