It's going to work out

I think it's going to work out

I think in the end I'm going to be okay

I think this because I know I won't always be happy but I also know I won't always be sad

I'm okay with that, in fact I think it's grand

I want to reach the bottom, I want to drown in everything that I hate

I want my skin to boil and burn, I want my heart to break so hard I feel like glass shards are lodged in my lungs.

When I'm nervous and scared

I want my ribs to tangle with each other the way trees made best for climbing split the sky

I want my fingernails to have blood and dirt under them, I want my fingers to break

I w...