It's Cold as hell and i can feel my fingers becoming brittle.
If my body was made of wood it would all be rotten.
Oh damn I've realized how desperate i actually am.
I'm eating at the maggots that eat at me.
No mother i don't want you here.
Company could kill me.
If i'm alone i must be safe.
Suddenly solitude isn't so bad.
Suddenly sanity doesn't matter much.
Im burning out every day.
While youre on fire.
Suddenly Life's not a walk in the Park.
These pills aren't doing what they used to.
maybe Im growing immune.
Scabs Don't heal quite as well.
I don't remember this scar.
Author notes
Nothing really. This Poem has no meaning. No Purpose. Then again everything serves a purpose so this poem is to be here for reason.
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