it's a terrible statement but i never let it leave my side. that sickening realization that i'm done with this fight. moments kneeling on the bedroom floor sickened by the entity i had absorbed
no more. i would not let the self-scrutinizing endeavor endure a precipice a monologue questioning my every motive. my disaster stricken heart feeling broken
my emotions quoted spilling out of a broken vase taking the place of what was once your emotion. diluted with tears
an open book scribbled with fears engraved pools of ink i'm vocally shook; and i'm tired of telling myself that it's gonna change. taken by the spectacular lie that existence can end. faulse-hoods predicted my sinners dictated my every decision. an exit of sorts seemed logical
that ending it all is a safe bet. comforting me as i try to manipulate my end. those moments when i decided i couldn't handle this anymore! pins and needles infected every sensation i had left!
feeling like this love i had once found had been torn open and left broken in the cold -that the seams holding it together ripped open and my flesh tore open with that is i pray that my breathing would stop. and as i held those staining memories
i held on so tightly; remembering what life used to mean. selfishly ready to embrace the fact that i am weak!
and i had hoped someone would call me! cause i'm listening to these echoes of my own voice leaving damage in the cold