dying

I write when I'm sad. I'm sad when I can't write. It's a vicious cycle.

[dying @stuckinrewind]

Crash drown

Horrible sound

Thinking of you

Your voice

All around

Echoes and screams

Lullabies turn to shrieks

Houses reek

Ceilings crash

Wall comes down

Horrible sound

Thinking of you https://t.co/k58BueJ3yF

[dying @stuckinrewind]

from the eyes of frankenstein's monster

[dying @stuckinrewind]

too sad for my friends
too happy for the voices in my head
wish I was dead
wish i was dead

[dying @stuckinrewind]

i wish i wasn't this easy to leave. or forget.

[dying @stuckinrewind]

dear ma, your child is throwing up dinner in the washroom after choking on smoke. are u still proud of me? can u still see potential in me? dear papa, they’re letting me go and I’m letting myself go too. tell me, would u still see ur future in... https://t.co/KNJU3ODGFu

[dying @stuckinrewind]

every day i come on Twitter just to get gayer.

[dying @stuckinrewind]

"past me feels like a totally different person when I look at them now. I'd probably kick them in the crotch. maybe that's why it's just harder to forgive myself for everything."

[dying @stuckinrewind]

potential to be slightly fun in parties.

[dying @stuckinrewind]

sometimes you can't help but wonder if your skin will ever forgive you for treating it like an apology for things that didn't apologising.

[dying @stuckinrewind]

do you ever hate your situation so much you want to punch yourself to the point that you don't have to feel shit except for the fucjing pain all over your face?

[dying @stuckinrewind]

all the things
I ever said
were just ways
to make you stay.

[dying @stuckinrewind]

my ears still ring
with the sound
of everyone else
giving up on me.

[dying @stuckinrewind]

I can't sleep
I'm afraid of feeling
The weight of emptiness
On my bed.

[dying @stuckinrewind]

I have only known
How to live in the nostalgia
Of the present
Things in greyscales
And people on rewind

[dying @stuckinrewind]

tell me
is it not a tragedy
that we only have
each other
to hold on to.

[dying @stuckinrewind]

in how many more ways
can you say
i'm giving up

[dying @stuckinrewind]

i want to tell you about
the nights I spent
colouring my skin
in blue and black
it's a pity
that you only see poetry
in it.

[dying @stuckinrewind]

this hollowness has consumed me
nothing but letters that spell goodbye
run through my head
empty mind
a bullet to fill it instead.

[dying @stuckinrewind]

Even if I burn all my poetry I wrote about you,
It couldn't turn my soul to ashes like your eyes did.

[dying @stuckinrewind]

You don't know about the monsters I slept with just to keep the skeletons in the closet that woke up after you walked away.