My body and mind are bursting at the seams. Just as I start to think I can’t possibly hold onto any more sadness inside of this body that has become just a shell of who I used to be, somehow, another drop sneaks its way in, stretching out my already thinned-skin. The pain continues to weigh me down further and further, and with each new day, I continue holding on for dear life, desperately clinging on to anything or anyone that keeps me from hitting rock bottom. I’m tired, though, and my grip is getting weaker. I can’t keep holding on to all of this pain, but I don’t know where else to put it. So with me it stays, building up more and more, each and every day. How much more can my body allow itself to stretch, before it starts to tear? Before I am completely torn apart, beyond repair?

I feel as though I have been stuck on a merry-go-round, spinning faster and faster, out of control for the last 15 years. Trapped in a constant spiral, everything feels like a blur. Nobody is here to slow the spinning, and I can’t reach the ground to do it on my own. Still, I hold onto the rails for dear life - but I am getting tired. So God, please, won’t you just slow it down a bit?

Everday is a victory royale when I chug jug with you If i’m not gaming I don’t know what else to do Pop some mini’s maybe a big one too I sit for hours and hours just waiting for my duo to hop on When we are fighting against cars with cow catchers and spiked bumpers the best bet is to throw a boogie bomb Nitro fists are a bitch You will die in just two hits My duo is my pookie 4 life I hope one day she is my wife