I know how it feels. Intoxicated and at the edge. You try so hard but fall so deep and all you want to do is to rip out your heart and dig out your eyeballs. So you wouldn't feel so hurt. So you don't have to keep escalating and know just how you're going to regret it after. You know it so well, but you feel so much it's overwhelming. Hard to digest, you keep escalating. The world feels against you and you feel the need to fight. To scream, defend, attack or cry. To feel so much anger at the world for ever putting you in such gut-wrenching situations. All you want to do is to ask everyone why? Why do they hurt you and why should you take it? You keep spiralling until you feel stuck. The more you scream the more you feel unheard. It seems hopeless, you and your miserable echoes of agony.
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A Bed Made of Spiders
Non-Fictionpoems and pondered thoughts about my self-made agonizing world
