sometimes, the terrifying caress of death seems more comforting than the fucking painful chokehold of life.
sometimes, it seems it's the only way out of this hell.
this hell.
this life.
i have always been told
"things get better" and they never have and never will.
in fact, they got worse, it always gets worse, everything always goes downhill.
things are getting harder.
i peel the skin on my lips
the skin on my fingers
i bite my nails down so i can stop scratching
but the scratching never stops
the pain never stops.
it's pointless to try and make it stop.
why make it stop?
YOU ARE READING
poetry
PoetryCover Credit: @whithney_hwee https://www.wattpad.com/743566758-graphic-shop-open-lokiandlouie112-poetry mindless poetry, probably written late at night focuses on personal issues but also social issues that a lot of people can relate to. sit back...
