I wished I would have hugged you one last time maybe then I would b fine now and then I hear someone crying and I find myself holding you and nothing else can take that away I hope I was not so horribly worthless I know my addiction hit surface when I was hopeless mental health I wasn't focused on what I had instead I was lost and so mad hating me because I didn't know that when I cut me we both bleed don't hurt me what is wrong I'm not working I'm working I'm broken can you fix me if there's no hoping for something better So cold to cold for this weather im better better no way I'm better I'm best believe I'm better then dreams I'm post traumatic bleeding stress levels so high I'm feeding into anxiety my so called physiology no one is left with in me