if i died today, the hole in my head would be a lot 
cleaner than the one in my heart. every time i see these 
people, the more they move, the more i draw back, and see 
just how far apart i've become. with a scowl on my face 
that either means i'm gonna hit something, or i'm just 
the more i bite my fingers, one day i'm gonna swallow my 
soul before i get a chance to feel like i used to again. 
will i ever bother to put a breath towards anything 
again? try to feel a little like i used to again. just a 
little like i did then.