...

again and again..

and again..

and again.

..

if there were two ways to go and a river..

which way to go?

just go to the river and jump in..

and maybe feel better..

how to pretend..

everything from inside spilling out..

sucking it back in...

its hard..

but its not a choice...

its an instinct.

so often been done..

theres no need to think anymore..

when will it stop?

it wont..

cuz it cant anymore..

mixing up the feelings
inside
sour
bitter
makes a taste
of...

blood in our hands.