There is a war in my head
It never stops
It's always something
All the battles seem small
But when they get put together
And mixed up
It feels like there is no going back
No hope
Everything is dark
Or rather stained red
With the blood
Casualties of war
What's a little sadness?
It can't hurt
Right?
Wrong.
Sadness becomes pain
Pain becomes sleepless nights
Sleepless nights become exhaustion
Exhaustion becomes numbness
Numbness remains
Until there is nothing left
But a zombie
An empty shell of who you were.
-JT
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Randomrandom thoughts from my depressed suicidal brain This is my way of coping. I'm learning to rant on wattpad instead of cut, binge purge...etc. Also, most of the time when I'm writing this stuff I'm upset and have no regard for spelling and grammar ch...