Writing

surface tensionstifles mei needto take a breathmurk and mudi swallow theeinhalingto mydeath.

ever coldin burning lustand neveris it filledi becomea fetid gustof rageof hateunwilled

I'm feeling isolated from my friend group.. It's another one of those spells and I need to express myself. I'm surrounded by Evergreen trees.

a poem that touches on the way growing up feels when you feel like nothing around you is changing and dislike the person you are.

One bad night

Tags BPD