The snow falls over a bleak canvas
The water rushes down the drain
My thoughts run faster than i can catch them

But i know
I know deep inside my chest there is a heart pumping all its got to supply blood thats been spilt onto bathroom tiles more times than i'd personally like to admit

Somehow i keep trying to do the right thing
But end up in the wrong places with the wrong people giving me the wrong feelings.

Hate, sadness, and depression filter along the narrowly treaded lines of emotions
that are wrong

If you were wondering

yet giving love and support to those you care about seems to ultimately end up with them leaving.

I don't know much
But i am trying my best