certain of uncertainty
getting fkd by the disease
i deny but love secretly
waking up and preaching
myself to stay away
from the end wrapped around in disappointment
My head hurts. I cant think straight anymore. I want to run away. I hate going to this school, this state, this country, this world. I hate how i overthink things too much...
Physically and mentally. Most of the time it's just mental and I can't pick myself up. I find my flaws easily and destroy my self-confidence. Then when I have panic attacks I snap...
that mean inner critic really loves night time. she comes out at night and details each mistake I've made and how all the pain I have is my fault. how I deserve it.
to my mean...
truth awaits you
for you to communicate through isolation
takes it's toll
the twisted realization about the ghosts
your past's eulogies to you
repeating the deaths...
You know how the news or media can edit out parts of a story to make a person look like a bad guy?
I do that to myself all the time.
I edit out all the good things I've done...
Honostly right now I hate myself. I feel ugly, stupid, to skinny, I hate everything about myself. No one understands. When someone watches me eat and they say ohh why did you get...
behind my back
there is a monster
reveals itself on dark silent nights
preaching sinful fantasies back of my mind
my beating heart and restless soul testifies, my condition...