Slowly fucking it up
Like always.
Music can't drown the pain
In which I only regain
My reality
Crashing into me like
a wave of black goo
Sticking to the bones of my body.
Molding into my structure.
Leaking into my veins.
Filling me up with such death.
I just want to be happy.
But this goo has rejected it
And casted out my heart.
Ingulfing it and squishing it
As if it didn't want to feel anymore.
I don't feel anymore.
I don't want to live anymore.
I.
Am.
Gone.
Loud Pøetry Spilled From The...
By Clarkiemonstr
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