..ever have one of those nights were..you just feel very insignificant. and. meaningless.

lower than dirt,i call it. like. crawling into a bottle, or, smoking your lungs like a chimeney out,wont help,or change a thing. not like they normally do.

its like. all your problems. and issues. and vices. and voices. and problems of the world, just come and. kick you in your stomach,and as you try hard to catch your breath, you just sink. deeper. and deeper into this. numb state of. melancholy blue. this. sadness. its so hard to describe the nights like these.

feel lower than dirt.
someone disconnect my heart and my ego from this, human flesh bag.

im tired.
VoloNoscere VoloNoscere
26-30, M
Aug 30, 2014