To disappear, how wonderful it would be.
If she’s ever trusted you, you’ve probably hurt her.
You can cross an ocean to escape your problems, but they will follow you.
The sound of your laughter makes me nauseous.
To feel most alone in the city, is to feel happiest in the city.
Their child is broken, an embarrassment.
You were supposed to keep her safe, but instead you brought the monsters.
The impossibility of explaining panic.
You exist to them only when it’s convenient.
To have ambition, but no ability.
The independence is an illusion.
When home is no longer home, but where you are is temporary.
Breath in for 4, hold for 8.
A pulse that never slows, a body that’s broken.
Everyday, the nonsense. It never stops. Round and round and round and round.