deep thoughts

competing for death

it's a curious thing, to want to hurt.
to want to wallow in pain an agony.
to be so consumed in your misery that everything else seems inconsequential.
it's a peculiar thing, to be content in chaos.
to crave it. to long for it. to create it.
to be so obsessed with it that you will warp any situation to mayhem to satisfy your insatiable appetite for destruction.
it's a dangerous game, toying with the devil.
seeking outside validation of your emotional paralysis.
competing with the anguish of those you seek validation from.
grasping at straws until your fingertips bleed.
silly girl. look at you.
you are no longer competing for turmoil.
you are competing for death.