i endlessly drink self hate, yet it never erodes.
… a vacant heart, can be consumed by nothingness.
If I were to drown, please don’t let me die.
I hid amongst the stars, and yet I could see no light. The surface of where I found myself had no substance. An accident was what I discovered.
The present day finds me no closer to understanding life. There are many ideas, I grant you that…
…I trailed off on purpose (but of course you knew that) – The short version, no matter what anyone believes, as long as it harms none, is worthy of equal respect.
It is irrelevant what you think, writing will always exist.
the value of my heart, so it would seem, (in society’s eyes) has no worth.