Bro when I first heard this song I broke down in tears. I’ve been depressed for a long time and at 7 years old I almost kms. I used to self harm too and I’m only 14 . I’m in a better place but those thoughts don’t just go away, I still feel them in the back of my head. It honestly feels like u have a disease. I can’t see it, and at first u might not even realize it’s there until u see all the damage it’s done

my playlist

sometimes

unbreak

The Other Side

HOPE

RUNNING

Self Talk

Life is so frail-
dried flowers in our hands. 
We sense the stress
and then we crush them-
stems, petals and happiness.

[Ashes to the ashen,
.....from skin-dust
to wastebin dust.
We bust open
.....all the records
of life-forms not to trust.
It's us. It's us.
.....It's always us.]

Life is so frail-
dried flowers in our hands. 
We sense the stress
and then we crush them-
stems, petals and happiness.

Their dust falls on our shoes.
A bit of spit and polish
will bring back their gloss.
Oh! We are the bringers of loss. 
We don't want to be reminded
of our addiction to unkindness.

[Ashes to the ashen,
.....from skin-dust
to wastebin dust.
We bust open
.....all the records
of life-forms not to trust.
It's us. It's us.
It's always been us.]

Their dust falls on our shoes.
A bit of spit and polish
will bring back their gloss.
Oh! We are the bringers of loss.
We don't want to be reminded
of our addiction to unkindness.

*

Too many die
.....in mysterious ways.
We cry. We cry.
But sorrow is
.....an easy tune to play.
We sing it like
.....a brain dead choir.
Off-key charities trying
.....to stay the rising tides.
Cash on a high wire.
OH! Every couple bickers.
The Sun is on the flicker.
Tell it to the vicars-
all of us are going to expire.
There is no heaven
.....for the flowers we cut.

Too many die
.....in mysterious ways.
We cry. We cry.
But sorrow is
.....an easy tune to play.
We sing it like
.....a brain dead choir.
Off-key charities trying
.....to stay the rising tides.
Cash on a high wire.
OH! Every couple bickers.
The Sun is on the flicker.
Tell it to the vicars-
all of us are going to expire.
There is no heaven
.....for the flowers we cut.

*

Life is so frail-
dried flowers in our hands. 
We sense the stress
and then we crush them-
stems, petals and happiness.

[Ashes to the ashen,
.....from skin-dust
to wastebin dust.
We bust open
.....all the records
of life-forms not to trust.
It's us. It's us.
It's always been us.]

Their dust falls on our shoes.
A bit of spit and polish
will bring back their gloss.
Oh! We are the bringers of loss. 
We don't want to be reminded
of our addiction to unkindness.

*

We don't want to be reminded
of our addiction to unkindness.

We don't want to be reminded
of our addiction to unkindness.

UNKINDNESS

BAD NEWS

Knees (prod. YungGator)

Spotify

i love you dad (Prod. Shinpuru)

The Search

Hate Myself

Trauma

Time

Change

over u

over u (prod. InSession Productions)

With this song I really tried to put myself in the mind frame of someone who just got out of a relationship, but isn’t necessarily upset with their former partner, and is instead more upset with with their self for letting themself grow away from the person they once loved so dearly. 

It's out on Spotify, Apple Music, and all those other places as well if you use those platforms too!

We Did Not Make Sense (feat. vict molina)

It's Raining, It's Pouring

Trauma

NF

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