CatieHanson

You are a sunrise so beautiful but nobody is awake or cares enough to pay attention to you and so you rise and rise and rise until you do not have the energy to light the day anymore coping is taking every pill there is a name for Xanax spelled backwards is happiness when you’re high enough to forget who you are coping is slicing and tearing the flesh away from your wrists so that veins and arteries hanging out of your arm are pipelines to the pipe dream of euphoria coping is drinking as much alcohol as you can and hoping  to ignite the fire in this hearth again and they dying light on the horizon is the only remnant that you were eve