no one is going to send an ambulance when your heart breaks only if your bones do or if you're bleeding out when we realize that no one is going to come we break our own limbs and make ourselves bleed we feel we need to make the interior reflect the exterior in hopes that possibly then they'll dispatch the ambulance maybe then they'll believe our words that are pouring out of our souls when we explain how we hurt

if i weren't with You i don't know how i would survive i could break in two or i could thrive however i doubt its the latter i doubt its the latter because i hope because You hear my sullen lullabies or because it doesn't matter whatever it is i wouldn't be able to live i would spend the rest of my days sitting in denial for You even if You weren't coming