Dark desolate walls,
Great gaping holes,
The shadows move in,
It's so dark, so cold, so miserable
So fucking empty.
Cuts across my wrists,
Bruises on my body,
The pain; too much to handle,
Don't want to go on, need to give up, quit
End this disaster.
Lonely.
Desolate.
Numb.
Phsyically hurting,
Mentally ill,
Emotionally dead.
Simply my thoughts, written down somewhat anonymously for the whole world to witness how I work. Occasionally, it might be controversial, sickening, heart warming or just downright freaky. Read it, you might learn something new & important.
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