Some days
I want to open my window
and throw my phone
as far as I can
and never talk to
any of those *******
ever again.



(Not like they'd notice the difference anyway.)

Conscience, consuming.
My stomach has turned inside
and in on itself.

My eyes have rotted
and reduced to such lifeless,
stationary orbs.

Today is the day,
I ***** my weaknesses
to teach myself strength.

something just doesn't feel right.
it's in the way that the wind blows,
it's in the way that I don't want to put up a fight.
something just doesn't feel right.
it's in the way that air makes me choke,
it's in the way that I'm scared of the night.

something just doesn't feel right.