its harder to mean anything to myself.

  if you get the chance to put the pieces back together tonight, ill be waiting at the edge of the bed. i send pleas to god for him to  fix me. the fighting in my head is a constant over nothing.the simplest things can set me off for days. i try not to obsess over obsession. the days that are glorified are the ones i wish would just fade.sleep on a curb. wake up with a smile dream of sometime better.

dream sweet of me. heartpete.