She has become my shadow of hate. My light of destruction,my heart of nothingness. I try not to feel, I try not to do anything. And hope that my memories are like the dark day's of winter short and cold. My heart is a clump of ice cold and hard unlike my outer shell which is dark and disturbing like my soul. My brain is a mess of wires and sparks. My body rot's and festers like an open sore,Filled with pus and blood I can't see,I can't breath,I can't sleep I can't eat. I'll do is smoke and drink and bleed my life out my veins. My eye's see blakness, My heart stop's beating. The last drag from my smoke leaves as I float into space I'm free from my own dark place.
Reason for writing:
Like I said got out of the hospital in oct.
This is my way of escaping the past and the future.
It helps me feel and live again.
Birth sign: Aquarius
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