i might be leaving soon.
now you can see how much i’ve become empty
exactly how i felt then
i hope you die alone
well that didn’t last long
it’s time that all these things that i wish i could forget can join in the ranks of things i regret.
you are nothing but empty promises and lies.
it’s not the point that i’m at; you fucked me up pretty bad. now it’s all too late.
don’t ever rely on anyone.
i have no one.
it was for you
days are much longer now.
i am nothing. i was no one to you.
that battle staggered through three awful months to stop for a minute just to start up again
all i heard was “last winter”
when i had the chance
what once was for me
if i only had known what was to come.
beat me down
you’ll always fucking lie
“it’s not meant to be a strife. it’s not meant to be a struggle uphill.”
kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me
brain wash / star dust / space fuck - cunt!
so there won’t be nothing left
motionless and sinking///selfish and complacent
EVERYTHING IS BROKEN
you can cut me open take everything you haven’t already
YOU FUCKING PEOPLE MAKE ME SICK
i miss you
the whole earth is going up in flames. flames will come out of here and there, they’ll just rise up. the mountains are going to go up in big flames, the water is going to rise in flames. there’s going to be creatures running every which way, some of them burnt, half their wings burning. people are going to be screaming and hollering for help.
i hope i survive this fucking week alone
trauma. absence. loss.
lamentations comfort only by lacerating the heart still more. such grief does not desire consolation. it feeds on the sense of its hopelessness. lamentations spring only from the constant craving to re-open the wound.
NO ROOM LEFT TO BE CIVIL
spinoza, sorry, when fission stands there won’t be god, just blacker space.