I grieve on an empty grave where I should be
Til I'm drowning in tears, vulnerable and free
There are no monsters under my bed,
They are resting easy inside my head
That's why it's always heavy, as the skies are always stormy

Do not get drowned with me,
Even if I am reaching for your hands.
No, don't go.

I'm so destructive
I need to break something
I used to break myself

did what I had to do

should've jumped out the window
when I was twelve

what's it good to cry now
crying won't fix anything