{11:46 pm • 6/9/17}
It's gone
My candle is gone
My last hope is finished in a matter of a few days
It's all empty
All burned out
Al its insides are carved out
All the pretty smells gone
All that you can smell is the burnt-to-the-brim tooth pick ends left in my room
I've been burnt out
All these blowtorches and pitchforks
Aimed and surrounding me
Tearing away at me little by little
All the people and words and thought and nightmares and just all these demons
I've lost my last chance
I used a huge ass candle in a few days
Now I have nothing to help me out
It's all gone and I don't know where to go now
YOU ARE READING
Vents : In A Book.
Non-FictionIts a book. Full of vents. It probably wont really make much sense but it'll be like quotes or sometimes poems. Whatever mood I am in. Its supposed to help me feel better... Idk why. I'm usually in a bad or sad mood so yeah... But this will be from...
