The words fall out of my mouth, like rain falls out of the sky. Effortlessly
My mind is putty, shaped by mistakes and wrong turns.
My hands worn, as are my eyes due to the lack of sleep.
Your heart is cold like the floor of your bathroom.
You\'re drowning in my personal anxiety, while my stress is suffocating you.
I\'m a road entwined with a mountain of self loathing.
I\'m an empty coffin . . . hollowed by your misshapen body.
You\'re an old house with broken windows and chipped paint.
Untouched and your secrets lay on the floor with your doubt.
My anger toward my actions are silent, but my actions are screaming.
You will always be the matchbox flint to my burning walls, my anxiety, and self loathing.
You\'re the reason the coffin does not shut.
You broke the hinges with yours lies of staying, then abruptly going.
Thanks anyway.