Hollow Knightz

Laying it all out on a page is rough when draft beers aren’t handy anymore.
Trying to breathe and be a better person,
But,
There is barely any oxygen where I lay my head at night,
While pondering my true feelings buried underneath the surface,
Of my ailing heart.
How,
I’ve been crying while this world points and laughs at my pain as it worsens as it gets dark.
How,
I so desperately want to severe any ties with each memory choking me until,
Life becomes what I truly want to depart from…