The screams The screams The screams/ are climaxing in my throat/ and waiting to tear off my tongue/
The voices/ all calling out to me/ from the depths of my chaos/
Latching their hooks through my heart/ and ripping it down/ through my soul to feed their hungry maws/
The weight of the world/ crushes the bones of my shoulders into such a fine dust/ that they blow away with the sob escaping from my lips/
"WHY???" I cry/ "WHY MUST IT BE LIKE SUCH?!"/ only the sound of my echoes answer back/
I am/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/ crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/crying/ trying to erase the weight etched onto my ribs/
Trying to erase the fact/ that I'd rather be in bed with a stranger/ than share the night with my familiar thoughts/
Trying to erase the memories/ of blissful bleeding/ to halt the flow of tears down my cheeks/
Trying to erase the want/ of dangerous addictions/ to distract me from myself and the inevitable/
The broken sobs for mercy/ have been gagged/ by the all consuming tiredness/
And I/ am giving in/ to the darkness behind me eyes/
//Goodnight//
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Depression Session
RandomHello, for the sake of names, you can call me Jaxin (not my actual name, but I always did love that one.) This is the storage shed for all my thoughts when I'm having one of my "sessions". This is my safe space for me the come and sort out what I'm...
