i want to scream
because my dreams are dreams

but hello, anger
but hello, agony
i want to feel her
i want to be me

i need to be better
at telling myself im okay
and that itll all be alright
someday

sink into black ink
and paper cut outs
are covered in crayons
my childhood gave him doubts

he does not know.
she thinks wrong.
they are both high
and mighty while im dying

thats okay, though
theyve been doing that to me
since i can remember
memory suffocates me and i cant breathe

hello again
nightmare fuel

you talk of ptsd
while i scream of memories