spiraling, back again
into the loop, that self sustains
to fix my body, 
i must fix my head
but to fix my mind
i must fix my spine
how do i arrange my feelings
in this story full of lies
what hurts is not one thing
its the weight of everything
i cannot control
i can’t control the vast majority of my surroundings,
but i can control how i react to the things around me
everything me, what do i see, what does it mean to me
im like if you got a bipolar person and sped up the rate of their episodes by like 10x speed,
i keep wondering to my self is there something wrong with me, 
how much longer do i have, whats really left for me
no matter how hard i try nothing really adds up, 
no one can really get to the bottom of all of this stuff
lookin at the way things are, was it really made for us
how on earth did we all manage to fuck everything up
what hurts is not the pain
its the fact that i felt so good just a moment ago
what went wrong
how did i manage to mess it all up
like i always do
what have i done to myself

what hurts is not one thing, it's the weight of every thing

u make evrything feel normal, sry that ill disappear

silly girl, cat/music luvr :) (dms open to share music <3)

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what hurts is not one thing, it's the weight of every thing

lise