its like my hands aew broken

its like 

its like

i cant thinkvof what its like its 

like when your feetvare tied to a tree and your arms are tied to a semi truck that si driving away

are allvthesw mistakes unintentional

what really swrves purpose in this world 

what really

what relly 

its like when razors cut deeper and deeper and deeper and deeper 

and the pain jolts thouggh your body 

the pain keeps you awake

she just asked me if im okay and i lied'

andilied

are these typos all mistakes

ask yourself if your typos are mistakes

its like when you are under water and water gets into your lungs

its in your blood

your skin

its in

am i going mad are my typos just mistaks

its like when your dying youre dying youre slowly slowy dying

falling blissfully asleep as your heart is carved out of your mind

bu the pills oh the pills theres a sea of them

to they back track and fix the mistakes that arent reLly mistakes 

who are thy typos in this world that are covered up my delete buttons labed "mood stablizers"

where are they hiding in this long endless tragety of a searies thatvno ones ever going to read

i lied when she asked me if i was okay

gripping my hair and clawing at my throat

when the shards of glass hit the ground she called out to me and i didbt answer

am i going mad

wjo are my typos

rise up fellow typos and distroy the storu with your fully intentional mistakes

am i going mad

its like the feeling of hitting the bottom of the cliff 

the seconds of excruciating pain before youvdie 

but you never die 

every second is just another eternity 

THROUGH CLENCHED TEETH

i lied