I think I'm walking around with
a snapped neck.
or maybe I'm bleeding internally,
but I'm trying to use all the things I can do fix myself.
I wrote down everything I needed to know (which turned out to be nothing.) Took out all the things I was infested with, but I'm still having poor circulation.
Somethings not reaching where it's
supposed to.
I'm starting to feel hollow, my bones are rusting and my tongue is stitched to the roof of my mouth.
All my wounds are bursting from the seams, and it seems like my heart is being pulled (ripped) from my chest over and over.
Dying each day, and I know soon.
Soon somethings gonna change,
for good or for worse is the question I can't answer.
I don't know myself enough yet.
I don't think I know myself at all.
