I hold on at the end of the rope,
Few inches less and I will fall.
I’m torn between two choices—
To keep on holding or to let go.
I have something right now,
A treasured feeling, a cherished moment.
Something I can be happy about,
Yet it is something that one day I can lose.
And this is what’s so scary about it,
For today I still have this keepsake,
But for tomorrow, I am unsure.
u know u fucked up when u still haven’t slept yet and u hear birds chirping outside
i need to be like 12x hotter than i am now