Seromine

I gave all the right parts of me to the wrong people

I love you with all I have left but I don’t know what to do

If you go don’t come back because we both know I’ll keep running back

Sitting in the violent silence

My demons are the only thing in this room

Everyone has a chapter that they will never tell this is mine as they silence the narrator of my story

This silence is dangerous it’s addicting like this feeling of worthlessness

I’m looking for the light at the end of the tunnel will it be you or me that escapes?