it's as if I'm invisible... but how can that be, when I stain every person I know i leave a mark so deep when they stare into the mirror they see my fingers touching their skull i really don't want to harm but i'm strangely lit aflame and I'm burning all the people I hug they feel the smoke in their lungs as their body goes numb they've yet to see the strength of my tug until my death comes around i'll stravage into the mist I never had a place to call home apparently she called but i didn't want to answer i should have fucking picked up the phone so she left a voicemail and i didn't check the message the day after that she was dead i swear i didn't know how was I supposed to know? the guilt is like a plague inside my head.
