the end

Instagram sensation, constantly fighting the temptation to go off the deep end.

I'm a one hit wonder, and if you wonder why I feel this way, it's okay 

I couldnt expect you to understand it anyways

there are galaxies trapped inside of me

and I constantly feel like I'm going to implode 

ticking time bomb, who knows when I might go off again 

tick tock, boom. the galaxies are now

a full fledged splatter that paints every wall of my room

cool, I've always been a fan of modern art

hang this up in a museum somewhere

the words "till death do us part" 

visually pleasing aesthetic, please tell me you'll never forget it

I thrive on the thought of rememberance,

like...remember when I was okay? 

rewind to a time when I wasn't dependent on behavioral medication and the contemplation of bad behavior wasnt really my thing?

I can dig it. I promise I'm not trippin because I know my laces are tied 

I can't fix this own my own please believe me I have tried to come down from this high 

I'm trying to escape but I burned the bridges i need to use to find the fire escape in my mind 

regret

it's the bittersweet craving at the end of every cigarette I smoke, 

the concept of knowing I might never know who I am 

the acceptance of the fact that I may never fulfill my part of the whole plan, maaaaaaan. 

welcome to the beginning of the end