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force fed all of this
i feel like i'm puking up shrapnel and remnants of this last meal, stuffed to the gills with sickness, sadness
hiding under a million blankets, making thicker curtains, a million bags over my face will never help.
you can only face up to it so many times before you really stop carinng.
i could rehash every last verse about the lack of caring, the sinking so far into oneself you can't see out of the rotten caverns of your own eyes. i could keep saying "i wanna die i wanna die". i probably will. i'm 13 years old all over again.
the joints in my body feel bound like the crooks of branches to the trunk of a tree in winter, riddled with knotty nests, i am waiting for the snap, the knots to dissapate but they are only constricting, bonding.
i feel like i'm puking up shrapnel and remnants of this last meal, stuffed to the gills with sickness, sadness
hiding under a million blankets, making thicker curtains, a million bags over my face will never help.
you can only face up to it so many times before you really stop carinng.
i could rehash every last verse about the lack of caring, the sinking so far into oneself you can't see out of the rotten caverns of your own eyes. i could keep saying "i wanna die i wanna die". i probably will. i'm 13 years old all over again.
the joints in my body feel bound like the crooks of branches to the trunk of a tree in winter, riddled with knotty nests, i am waiting for the snap, the knots to dissapate but they are only constricting, bonding.