Only When The Drugs Are Gone I Feel Like Dying
All the positivity in the world cant keep me from this vacuum of nothingness which sucks the necessity from my life. I could string a tonne of random fucking verbs and adjectives together to try to express what I feel but it is pointless. It never makes any sense. I can never articulate this oppressive cloud that envelops me.
Words turn from screams to whispers to random puffs of dust that spew out of my mouth. I have no way to explain the absolute void I have inside. I am terrified. I wake up in the night from dreams of hanging myself.
I spend all day with an aching neck. Is this a sign?
I cant shake the feeling of wanting to stop this incessant pain. Do I stop dreaming or so I stop living.
Words turn from screams to whispers to random puffs of dust that spew out of my mouth. I have no way to explain the absolute void I have inside. I am terrified. I wake up in the night from dreams of hanging myself.
I spend all day with an aching neck. Is this a sign?
I cant shake the feeling of wanting to stop this incessant pain. Do I stop dreaming or so I stop living.