it's usually dark here, in the other room.
it isn't scary but exactly the opposite.
it's where i'm comfortable, where i let myself break apart, where i drop the sword, where i succomb to my own poison.
hurriedly going to bed, hugging my long pillow is where i find a friend.
opening my phone, seeing two words.
that two words.
"behave yourself"
i stopped and fixed my stare at those two goddamn words. it's hella triggering. i use to hear it, every now and then. when i am under chains again, when they starts to rub salt in the wounds.
they chained me blindfolded.
they caged me unconciously.
like i was some sort of 'mad dog' or a psycho.
