There is no inexplicable way of describing what falling apart feels like. The grasp of happiness slowly slipping away is a gradual realization that only drowns once you look up and see the world revolve around your eyes.
I've never wanted to see the world blotched without ink. I've always wanted to sink my irises into the blackness of my own selfishness, a story I wish I'd ripped the pages out of. The amount of sentences I've dotted semi-colons with, time and time over.
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Reward for shortest vent goes to me, definitely. Pretty sure it was about my suicide attempts and what it was like falling apart as a person and in life.
