MY HOURS of YESTERDAYS

BOY 

my past

loves to

break glass 

over my head 

and 

make me wish 

that i  never  

exist 

or 

that i was 

dead 

BUT GOD 

BLEED 

for me 

to still be 

here 

yeah 

despite 

the restless 

nights 

and 

the tearful frights 

of

lust 

that i 

should've tried 

or 

trust