tangible that regret like blood in your mouth streaming down your face wet emptying your soul into the pillow like somehow you'll want to live now but the whole of yourself has already drowned so you steal chains and lock yourself away with an apathy to whether or not youre living a damn is not what youre giving try try so hard it breaks your emotions stretched taught around your beating wrist and you stare at that menacing wall until your hand tightens to a fist that shatter feeling better hand is broken but it's getting better inside too and i love you still even though i was used.