This house is drenched with sadness / Soaked to the core;
Under degraded layers / Of desolate deterioration
I cannot imagine that one sun - nor ten or a thousand
May clear out this sickly wet
No heat can dry away the lurking melancholy
Evident of ill will
Even if aired out for a Long, Long While
Salt from the tears remain / Hiding in cracked corners
As remnants of a Broken Shell / Bitter with Negligence
And defenseless against the onslaughts
After bearing many storms
The blood of such despicable hate
Leaves to leak / A permanent engraving
A painful stain that is left behind
In the Tarnished
Weary / Old
Sad
House.
i'm choking from anxiety because i remember unpublishing my journal but i've come back to WP after a while and it was THERE for all to see omf hhuuhhghghghghg about to set myself on fire
