one hundred sixteen
8-21-15
My skin feels cold
And insomnia takes over.
I'm the only one awake,
And I listen to Bring Me The Horizon,
Hoping they can help me lose myself.
I'm drifting..
Take me back to the ground.
I want to cut but I want to escape,
Sneak out and explore the night alone.
This fire inside keeps burning stronger
But I'm still ice cold.
I need a way out.
- (m.m)
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