desmond the moon bear

I don’t hate myself

But some days I'd rather not wake

Up in my own skin

I get up make my bed curse myself

Cause i know I still love you

I think I’m getting better now

I’m trying to be a better friend

I hope I’m getting better now

But I still I can't think about sex without wanting to throw up

I tell my mom I love the snow

But from the pictures she can see

That I really only love you

Will faces held in lithium flame

Slowly anneal my welded eyes

In ending, show my form

Misshapen lumps in my chest

Stop stop stop stop stop