Come on skinny love just last the year
Pour a little salt we were never here

i feel like we are brittle human beings and there is this realm of emotion that is tangible and expected to us- we have the capacity for soaring joy and wallowing grief. but then there are these (not even feelings anymore- are they states?) when it goes past what "is fair" what "we should feel" it is this place so concave and hollow to be filled up with a thousand rain-storm tear drops but would forever stay vacant, there are no words you can put in it to close it up, and no words you could paste on it to even describe it. There is sadness, and that is common it is identifyable it is relatable. And then there are things like this that happen and they move into emptiness, this hollow void awash inside us with what- nothing? It is way past tears and im sorry's and its not anything easy to rationalize and it echoes and is lonely, this cavity eating away at the inside but its stomach never feels full, it turns feeling into nothing. how do you describe nothing?

but i dont mean it as I feel nothing, I mean that ..there is this real thing, neither above or below, but something INSIDE those feelings of sadness, its an excessive abundance of painhurtloss sucked into this super dense mass, a black-hole of ..

?

Who will love you?
Who will fight?
Who will fall far behind?