at it once again.
my friends will repeat anger and disappoint until the day I die but for now it is at it's strongest.
past midnight.
i thought I was moving on easily but when the tears run down my face I know that is false.
falseness kills but seems to be your aesthetic here the one that lies and aches and.
things are said.
there's a false hope in me that wishes I am the one said about but the truth here is there's no chance of that.
names,
others who have shown up.
i am happy I really am but where's my name?
up in the clouds?
irrelevant in the sky?
bed ridden with anxiety.
I cannot sleep, I cannot eat.
parasites.
parasite.
my mind won't stop tragically and talking again only makes it worse.
resistance is irrelevant as am I.
choking on my own emotions, trying to swallow my mentality back down before I throw it all up.
lumping inside I can't control.
nausea at the mere reminder.
this is not healthy, what I am doing is not healthy.
what I am doing is no help.
i just want to choke.
never let the air in because if it is i am too afraid my brain will function and lord knows it will only lead back to your face.
i want to choke.
deprivation of oxygen will let me sleep as long as I want to.
choke.
i was left alone, now it's my turn to leave as well.
