And I won't breathe so you can recover

listening to the same three songs over and over again.
thank you chris corner,
for taking"this will make you love again", "spit it out" and "missile".
out of my head.


now im staring at a blank screen. empty.
just like my mind.

pictures of that gun inside my mind slowly fades away.
but the feelings stay the same.

the demons finally showed their faces, after 10 years of taking a back seat.

they're both saying to me now -

"push away your fears
cos this will cure you
just push away your fears
cos this will kill you."

over and over again
just like the songs in my head

maybe somethings weren't meant to be changed.
but what if we could?
would we try?

feelings never make sense.
so does making metaphors out of similes.
or letting someone else argue with your demons.