yes, please
Craving entertainment but having absolutely no interest in anything
Kill me
The bone chilling winter comes after my soul
as I run through the slippery woods
plummeting inside the abyss.
I'd like to stop being anxious now. My head is exploding.
My childhood trauma didn't make me stronger. it made me a people pleaser. it made me forgive way too much. it made me not speak when i'm supposed to. it made me an extreme empath.
I dine alone and I have no cutlery
to hold my appetite
as I attack this platter of death and misery
with my bare hands
and leave no crumbs.
You stumble at my doorstep again
with the sly smile and sparkly eyes
that I fell in love with at once
and you pull me close
keep my heart in your warm hands
while you whisper our names together,
oh, how my heart just beats right of your hands.
I love you, with the pieces and mirrors
and blood and tears,
I love you with all my breaths and being.
Anger bursts inside of me as fire crackers under the moonlight, with a cackle first and then a battle cry.
Fucked and how. I need a vacation. Getting it. Then back to the bullshit which is my life.