I don't get why I feel like this.
What the fuck did i do?
What the fuck did I do, to feel like this?
Bloody eyes and blurred sight.
Ashes of a past lover scatter across the room.
Scared of myself.
Blood.
I see blood.
So much fucking blood.
Scars that faded.
Scars that'll fade.
Scars that tear your flesh apart.
Nails that claw your eyes out.
Death. Painful fucking death.
More blood. More. More pills.
Some of this, some of that.
Murder. Hell. More blood.
Deadly. Dying. Dead.
Life. Remedy. Resurrection.
Aftershocks, aftermath.
Bitter heart. Swollen Eyes.
Mom is home. Dad is home.
Their child. Life. Death.
What will become of him?
YOU ARE READING
Sense of Frustration
RandomThink of this book as a dark tunnel that gets lighter. (Trigger Warnings are on the triggering chapters, if you'd be triggered by anything, avoid them)
