My thoughts bubble up more and more when these things happen.
History is repeating itself, and it is using its bloody, carnivorous hands to rip me apart piece by piece.
I am falling apart, and I am losing things to put the blame on other than myself.
Deep down I know, more than anything, that I am all there is to truthfully blame.
All I feel that I can do is look it in its eyes.
Its black, hollow and hungry eyes.
It is something I recognize, history, and it's my own fucking problems I have come to see inside of these hollow eyes.
YOU ARE READING
The thoughts I think.
Poetry•Poems, and quotes from the deepest, most beautiful, scariest, darkest depths of my heart and soul. •Daily pain struck words, given to you by yours truly. •Trigger warning. Self-harm, hurt, pain, etc. So much pain out into the smallest amount of w...
