Incessant Wandering.

The internal monologue of a disturbed youth.

- n a v i g a t i o n -

Break Me.

Pull a blade across my throat,

and you’ll see what’s been choking me from the inside.

Sink your nails into the flesh of my chest,

and you’ll understand those times I said I could not breathe.

Pull apart the bones of my ribcage,

and you’ll know how painful it was to lose you.

Crack open the base of my skull,

and you will be hit by every thought, and every memory that is you.

(Source: captured-insanity)