feeling whole wasn't an option
There's been empty spaces
in me since I can remember
I thought you were going to
fill them?
Why are you telling me to
snap out of it?
I'm sorry I'm sick
I'm sorry I'm sick
I feel everything dying
within
I let you in, you tore
through my life with a
machete and my heart had
the brunt of it all
I don't hear it beating anymore
Is this the afterlife?
Can't be
I've been in hell
But you are lucifer and
you persuaded me to "heaven"
"heaven" filled with silent episodes
and meaningless ***
I clawed my way out
to release you
and then you pushed me
into my well
there is a flood here
The water is rising me to the surface
but I can't hold my breath
for very long
you sink your ship
find your good and save
me from yourself
wrote this at a very dark time