its passing and im aching, i cant manage to let go, the pain i feel, a victim creating victims, im the real monster, i critique beautiful to heinous scenes, i cherish and hold close, but only what i know dear, and thats what i fear
there is only silence, im king of the rubble this is what ive created, my emotional destruction and solitude, i never wanted them to feel the hurt i feel, i wanted to be understood and heard, but behold, ive done what ive done
what i have the medication doesnt help, the silence is stretching the boundaries of my reality and ripping at the seams, i have no occupancy, no voices, no dreams, i sit awake painfully, hoping this isnt what it seems, its crushing me the silence in solitude
@bledenz imagine having two baby moms, none of them want you, and its 4am, and the psychosis is setting in with the mania, with painful silence, and nobody to talk to but your drug dealer........ i feel alone too