I have clawed my way out of hellCrying spells that last for daysInto weeksLaid on the floor and prayed for DivinityWeak, a darkness within meI’ve begged for deathHoping each breath was the lastI’ve reached black depths past what anyone shouldI’ve… Continue Reading →
The low’s so low Feels like it’s here to stay This time. This time Might be the time I don’t make it out Alive. No, I’m fine, It’s just My insides are dying. I keep crying. No reason why. … Continue Reading →
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