getting sad doesn’t get easier. being weak doesn’t mean being colder.
The world is upside down.
Clouds are shivering
sometimes id like to slice my skin open
to see everything that comes out
Life’s a funny miserable mess when you stop taking control of it.
im starting to feel sick again
shifting in my seat
ugh. What I wouldn’t give to use my mouth for something other than drinking.
life is such a hysterical mess.
with little other
than self awareness and the good sense
to not brag or boast
seem to have a way into my life.
without these golden moments
days of laying awake
lying to myself
listening to the bastards
rolling in their falsity and phoned in dreams
self reflection occurs every 12 seconds
or every time she passes by
mirrors and window panes of glass
her reflections stay the same
and it disgusts me every time
does she see the same thing as everyone else
god i hope not
i fear the face who is there to see the fall
from generosity of self affliction.
the shell i have survived in has done me well
the shell i have built from the inside out
on mistakes and integrity
scars and truths
misrepresentation is a character flaw.