im trying my hardest not to look back even though i have nothing to look forward to.
and im really trying to not be so serious but this is what my life has came to be.
critical.
every consecutive decision affects the outcome. and in the end if im not the one to win then i guess my entire existence should be nonexistent.
i guess the slate shall remain blank.
when i die give me a bare headstone.
i dont want the world to know how much a waste of life Essence really is.
im alone.
and its eating away at me.
down to my organs then bones.
this heart is tired of beating.
my mind is tired of thinking.
im tired of eating invisible portions to fill the void of emptiness
the place that has been in ruins
ruining every remains of my insides.
im running out of reasons.
i lied i dont feel better.
i feel worse because as time progresses
im not making any progress.
im still standing at the alter in my wedding dress.
im still waiting at school for someone to come pick me up.
im still considering drugs and liquor as pick me ups.
im still dying in the back of my moms crashed 4 door truck.
im back 11 again.
talking to myself in solitude
as a placeholder for a friend.
//e.b.
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DIRTY LAUNDRY
Poetryjust another underrated poetry book, a poetic photograph of the saddest months of my life from Jan 2016- May 2016 ***BEWARE PROFANITY***
