ohh-liv-eee-ahh

It's not true. We all see the shit you do. Eventually you'll just bring us down with you. Do you notice the baggage you bring? How your hugs begin to sting? You come attached to a thousand strings, And none of us can be rid of them. They're like a virus the way they infect us all. Like raindrops, together we cascade and fall, And it's all because of you. We all see the shit you do. You're just dragging us down too fast for us to stop. We're nearing the bottom when we started at the top. And still we drop. And still we try. We try to reach for the sky. But it's just a lie. It's a lie because of you. We all see the shit you do

Glancing to her left, she felt as if her eyes were moving too fast, or too slow. There wasn't exactly a notable difference. She couldn't comprehend what she saw there, either. Was it real? It was almost as if she were watching a movie or a play. She was somewhat involved, but also quite uninvolved. She had no effect on any of her surroundings. She took a few steps forward, but her body twisted and lurched other ways. Her legs stumbled clumsily - she fell. What was wrong with the floor here? She looked at it and felt that same dizzying slow motion movement of her eyes. Spinning, she thought. My eyes are spinning. She felt something under h

Taking one step forward, and two steps back. I find myself retreating from my actual goal. Is it that my goal isn't actually what I want and what's best, or that I've simply lost sight of things? I let reality swallow me up until I can't take it anymore, and it spits me out in an almost never-ending dreamlike state. I just need to get away from it all. But really, who says I can't take it? Why must I repeatedly give up and forfeit the game? Why can I not win? Maybe if I just keep pushing forward, I'll tell myself, maybe I will succeed. Perhaps it will start out small - almost not any different than what's present, then slowly, it will chang

I put my hand on his face and looked into his eyes. He looked away. Things could go differently than the way they were now, and all I had to do was say the word. Just say the word. Say it and it'll all be fine. I thought to myself. But what if it wasn't fine? What if it all went back to the way it was? I was too weak for that, we would've just ended up back here. Once again, I would have let him down. Once again, I would be the reason why he wants to live, and why he doesn't simultaneously. Once again, my palm would rest on his face, feeling his warm tears roll down his cheeks and into the small crack between my hand and his skin. Once again