Got too many scratches on my stainless steel mental.
No wonder for me to get to my healing i had to spill metal.
I’m still unsure of how to stop my spirit from bleeding.
When i close my eyes … the image of him haunts everything that i believe in.
I really hope i can lay his grip on me to rest before the end of this season.

As I watch the old me FALL.

there’s no reprieve while I’m dreaming. 
Every night, night mares trot through. 
i burn the midnight oil cause im literally fearful.
of the pain my subconscious mind can bring to the surface. 
Was love really worth this?