hell is your room in the dead of night and forgotten lyrics to songs that once felt like our entire soul
hell is wandering the trailer park at one in the morning with a cold can of ginger ale in your hand and no shoes on, staring into the trees and getting this strange notion that something is dragging you in.
Hell is sitting on the fire escape stairs and filling your body with poison while remembering how many friends you’ve pushed away.
Hell is looking into the eyes of those you care about and realizing they’ve always been that cold.
hell is knuckle deep in the ashes of the city you burned burned burned to the ground as you try to find the remnants of what once was before the fire came
hell is crying my eyes out underneath the stars, screaming out questions that will never be heard or answered, feeling this sinking feeling that the rest of your life will not get any better
hell is realizing that this place is a truly dog-eat-dog world, with even ones you thought as friends disappearing faster than you can kill them
hell is walking through the doors of the home you thought you’d burned down, wearing a smile and looking at all the masks that greet you
Hell is the first time you question if when he says “I love you,” he really means it, and the doubt that creeps over your mind as you ask yourself again and again.
hell is a constancy of sickness with just enough coherency to remember how it all fell apart over and over and over
HELL IS THE PERFECT ENVIRONMENT FOR GROWING POMEGRANATES AND I WILL STEAL AS MANY AS MY SPINDLY SKELETON ARMS AS I CAN CARRY
hell is a four hour stopover in the detroit airport: don’t give up even if you miss your connecting flight, you can get to heaven, take a bus, hitchhike, walk if you have to, heaven is like iceland but you can get there by crawling if you want it bad enough
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just moving along like everyone else 