IRONBUTTERFLY720

the days go by, each one more painful than the one before the misery that sets in with every breath that i take, consumes me along with each passing hour suffering by the touches of my own hands because i let the good life pass me by falling into the cracks while slipping further from my grasp i'm waiting on another try the weight of my mistakes suffocate me to the point that i am drowning within myself climbing back to the top is the hardest thing to do once you have fallen so far down where you have been left if only it was my soul alone, smeared and pressed under glass, i would embrace it smile at the twist and blindly ride this han