(no subject)
that feeling
when you have
everything
and nothing
to have, to hold... to say
and that simple,
worthless emotion
that means you're
just giving up
the one that rests
in the pit of
your gut, telling you lies
that moment
in time, and space,
and love
when you feel the rip
the burn and the ache
of life and know
that it will
never stop,
never slow,
never end and that
the scars will
never heal
all that.
that's me.
i make myself sick. if i ever die of a disease it'll be because i'm me.
because i am the disease. rotting myself away... just by being me.
sick, perverse, dead, empty hole of a person.
nothing really there...
nothing really to lose.
bye, bye now.
when you have
everything
and nothing
to have, to hold... to say
and that simple,
worthless emotion
that means you're
just giving up
the one that rests
in the pit of
your gut, telling you lies
that moment
in time, and space,
and love
when you feel the rip
the burn and the ache
of life and know
that it will
never stop,
never slow,
never end and that
the scars will
never heal
all that.
that's me.
i make myself sick. if i ever die of a disease it'll be because i'm me.
because i am the disease. rotting myself away... just by being me.
sick, perverse, dead, empty hole of a person.
nothing really there...
nothing really to lose.
bye, bye now.