I do not want to become a victim of artificial happiness.
Artificial skin,
this skin
I'm in
is not who I am
inside of my head.
My head is filled with thoughts
and my thoughts filled
with second hand self murder attempts,
please do not ask why I did not use the 's' word,
it will only make things worse.
I am trapped inside of this tunnel,
this tunnel is like any other
stereotypical tunnel
only
this tunnel
has no beginning nor end.
There is no drought nor quench.
And I am neither living nor dead.
Although,
I would like to be quenched and dead
which is a combination of both good and bad
which is what triggers
these thoughts
inside of my head.
But, I guess, everything truly does come to an end.
YOU ARE READING
Words For The Heavy-Eyed Souls.
PuisiTo whom it may ever apply to, you are worth so much more than how your mind makes you feel. You are never as alone as your cold bones make you feel. I hope these collections of words look familiar to the thoughts in your head, I hope you realize you...
