Just got to calm down.
It hurts to breathe.
Cold warmth is back as always.
Acidic tears are burning holes into my eye sockets.
I feel pissed off and I have no reason to be.
I just need to chill out.
Got another head aches ranging around.
Invisible Cuts venturing everywhere.
I feel so uncomfortable here.
Why?
Just trying to be productive and I have to stop every five seconds to stop my hands from shaking or remember what I was even doing.
Flames are bursting inside of me.
The arsonist?
Light.
Thoughts are circulating again.
The same that have had me on the edge of sobbing for the past week.
I just love suicidal episodes, you know.
I don't know anymore.
Please let this music kill the voices.
I just need to keep my cool.
Yeah right.
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Depression Is My Kryptonite
PoesíaA jumble of extremely depressing poems written by me. And ramblings that feature mood swings every other second. Oh well.
