Forever They Will Be Secrets To Me

You get upset with me for it constantly. Well maybe I keep doing it because it keeps my mind off of all of this shit. The fact that you're not here, and you can't be. The fact that you have done all of these horrible things to yourself. The fact that I'm not enough for you. Maybe I'm doing it to keep myself from being a walking corpse when I can't see you. I wish you would understand that instead of just being mad at me for it.

Yes, I'll admit I could be doing this a little better, but with no inspiration to write or draw it's all I have to keep those thoughts out of my head, and I still haven't figured out a better way.