reliving the pain over and over its a warmth i cannot achieve
no matter how many covers
how much i pull up over me is lost to me
i find myself buried under 6 feet of sheets
reclusive and dying
each day i tried on trying
not that i have given up, as i still have hope
just a bit more pessimistic on who i let hold
who i try to choke, whose lips i kiss
these feelings evoked