There's a thorn stuck in my coat,
The sound of my own breath is deafening,
I want to float on the clouds,
And get far far away,
I wish that my ears would disappear,
It's too loud everywhere,
I'm so scared to be here.
I am watching my skin grow transparent,
I'm getting complacent,
Just barely living,
Desperate for love,
Searching for something, anything to make me not feel so empty,
I'm clinging to my vanity,
Insecurity is consuming me,
I can't be alone like I used to be,
But I've never needed to be alone like I need to now,
My breathing is purple,
This aching is consuming me,
I'm not the same as I used to be,
I miss you mother.
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February Journal
RastgeleMostly poems, journal entries, some visual art. Just a place to put my current headspace into words-clumsily perhaps, but all the same. Updates whenever I feel like it, but when I update it will probably be in chunks (I'll post a couple parts at the...
