thank you for holding on, on to lame stories with blood spilling
and for not sharing so i could feel better.
like you always do. like i always do.
baring all the endeavours, carrying the weight
holding shit together, taking the fall and keeping my walls standing
nevermind the sacrifices, truthful no matter what the chances
cause it never ends with the last time i gaze into old habits and ghosts
who take me back on to being part of the plot to overtrow fiction
so thank you for the guidelines.