how can emptiness be so fulfilling?
how can a scream be so silent?
how can i break free?
(fuck these hormones)
how can a scream be so silent?
how can i break free?
(fuck these hormones)
the silent scream fills my chest. it suffocates me.
i feel deaf.
i am the image of a horrible hollywooodian cliche.
*
this is one of those moments of sheer irony. my name. Really...
...
the sunshine has been limited to my birth register.
(exit this world. enter the next.)
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