ꕥ 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔖𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴 ℭ𝔬𝔯𝔫𝔢𝔯𝔰 ℑ 𝔒𝔠𝔠𝔲𝔭𝔶 ꕥ

弱い zombie 弱い XVIIII.

i am dead and no one believes me.

my ribs have rotted fully, giving way to only anguish and soft hatred.

my jaw has dislocated and my vocal cords have ripped leaving me loud and mean.

my arms are broken and decaying, making holding anything beloved to me almost impossible.

i am weak and alone.

i am rotting.

i will be dead before long and nobody knows because im incapable of telling anyone for my jaw is dislocated and my vocal cords are ripped.

i cannot grasp onto their shirt for comfort as my arms are broken and decaying.

i am left alone with my rotting, decaying body, my heart displaced with a throbbing, incurable sadness.

i am weak and alone.

i am dead.