Believing is just another word for self defeat.
Nothing you give will ever mean a fucking thing.
Disappointment is certain, and so I fall to my knees.
I’ve handed down my life with every breath I breathe.
I’m decomposing and I’m not even dead.
My body’s breaking down until it is shed.
My chest, a coffin closed where you used to be.
Time heals nothing. Trust is so fucked. You’re dead to me.
