maybe new isn't as beautiful as i imagine it in my mind
maybe it's dark and dense and terrifying
maybe it contains no familiar faces, not one
maybe my days in the sun truly are.. done.
new doesn't mean good.
but it doesn't mean bad either....
am i just fueling my evil thoughts, blacker than pitch
am i just digging myself deeper and deeper into this ditch-
of revolting self hatred.. i'm right. i am vile, obnoxious, a most horrible witch-
no.
i need to be out of this vicious cycle
regret, repress, overflow
regret, repress, overflow
regret, repress, overflow-
NO.
be my something new.
~ save me from this void i've fallen into
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a/n: whelp that was depressing
not my best but i needed to upload. sorry school's starting soon and i am overwhelmed so this is a little of what's going on in my ridiculously disheveled head
