lalalalallalalala

the fists that pummeled your innocent skin as a kid may not have left physical scars, but sure as hell left emotional scars. have you ever thought about how we are only our brains wearing a flesh coat? 

I worry, I feel scared, Im stuck in a jar and there's no holes, and my brain has lost its coat. I don't know who I see who in the mirror anymore and it sure as hell isn't me. 

when I was a kid, I used to steal the kitchen scissors to cut the grass in the yard. my mom would come outside and ask what the hell I was doing, and I would tell her she can go to sleep because I'm doing yard work. she can rest easy because I took care of her unfinished business. 

physically gone, mentally gone

goodnight