I'm squeezing my phone,
My palms are sweating but cold,
I told you I was prone to breakage but the aftermath of this shit is more than wreckage it's desperate and hectic,
Havok is wreaking upon my internal pictures.. my mind..
See all the signs? No you're blind.
I despise your existence, if you weren't here I wouldn't get this, and just maybe I wouldn't let this shit just go on without recognition of where it all comes from.
A tormented ass past, all in a flash it's outlasted, like elastic it stretches and I remember each message, word for word I'm on edges and all the details are present, but just this time I've neglected to apprehend where you're at. I really don't give a fuck. I've had it, will you just stop that