so this is it huh?
it hurt so much
to breathe, to think, to laugh
to smile, to worry
to feel
it’s almost like you’ve taken out
all the good parts, the sad parts
leaving me incredibly bare and numb.
i feel restless, raw
open and exposed.
like i have no barriers, no protection
just sitting there with weeping wounds
and a broken heart
brittle as my nails
wrecked and sharply cut
...Friday 10th May 2019 6:15 pm
Sickness Within
We were born sick
But we adore it,
Nothing compares.
Living on the edge,
The dual extremes
in which we thrive,
are eating us alive.
Devouring our souls,
Ripping us apart,
Yet wholesome we feel
With our demons so close,
Sat upon our shoulder
Whispering to us, sins..
Orders upon orders
to which we must follow.
Monday 18th June 2018 3:29 pm
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