the winds are becoming numbing needles to my skin again. the whistling of the night is entering the day covering up the sun to my happiness. the bullying was a distant memory from my mind now fresh to my soul.
people around trying to help but making it worse. the clouds seem to seperste, like words from there original meaning.
the Autumn leaves are withering with my lack of expectations for my life. as you say that I’m less than nothjng i believe it i feel it. and thanks yo your words im now living it.
I’m slipping away into the darkest cave without a lantern the cave of hate, and insecurity.
constantly loosing track of time as i stay awake trying to hide from judgement. is it sad to know. when insecurity leaves a trail of tears to your pillow at night, that you know you’ll be asleep soon? when insecurity and judgement and yes even hate stab you in the back all at once all at the same time then yiu know no one will be there to catch you?
laying on the floor bleeding out words, and all your insecuritirs. it’s now okay because your souls is dead. and only a ghost remains. the last goodbye
Absent deliberate intervention vis a vis suicide, supposed “natural” longevity of generic human primate ride ding bareback across avast broke back mountain minus pride defies accurate prediction, though hypothetical projections can override unknown factors, whereby excluding misfortune nationwide (and/or globally
Goodbye, land and farewell, woman Never was the pleasure mine Of drunken slumber on your lap Nor the warmth of hand on hand Never the sizzle of lip on lip Or the balm of quietly being Never did I explore