Her Blotchy Symptoms

I have these roses of struggle
Vastly growing of only thorns

Yet I'll only know to keep pieces together
I try! I'll keep trying

Fuck I struggle to admit time to
borrow
stressed me to be like I'm needy
The feeling ill gladly wait
....

Eyes that can see right at me

Believe me I can't feel my feet
There beat so far beneath me

Least with all that I keep
my head up


So I could say there's my fucking reason