mind

I try to distract myself with heavy metal helps a wee bit but not too much my thoughts are clouded and I hate it the darkness reigns no more

I need you more than words can manage managing on my own alone in my room doom slowly builds and I rethink about life the knife turns in my skin and bleeds weeds are my hair, soil is my face the pace of an afterthought is sublime when you live in a make up world a reality too real to comprehend...