"Do you wake up in the morning and need help to lift your head? Do you read obituaries and feel jealous of the dead? It’s like living on a cliffside, not knowing when you’ll dive, Do you know? Do you know what it’s like to die alive?”
WARNING: I have memories like landmines.
You cannot possibly walk carefully enough.
There are days I open my mouth and all that
Comes out is apologies. Days when I’m sorry
But you can’t fucking touch me.