hey its peter here heres a poem/ life story through our eyes
by Fuck Life
I feel him suffering, I feel him drowning, Hes fighting suicidal thoughts desperately clinging to reality. I swear I want to help him, oh god hes dying slow please god help him, but we can't do shit.
Hes haunted by his anxiety so he doesn't say shit. I want to take him home, ease him in and let him try it, let him speak till his heart is empty of the pain he carrys. But hes depressed and shuts me out so i couldn't speak or see him.
Were both grown up now and its been quite some time since I talked to him, so I thought i'd pop in and say hey! . But it started getting dark and we were hanging in the air, it was hard to breathe yet everything was fine because we could no longer feel a thing... we're happy now.
huh? prolly makes more sense if u have a twisted or split personality.