is it possible to despise yourself so much that you can't feel anything anymore? possible to rely on the fragments of other people's morals and beliefs other than the oozing, hot and bright ones of your own numb mind?
are they still burning up there in my mind, melting inside my brain, scorching the veins, and scaring my tissue?
have my eyes ever looked so grey with ash or are they glazed, reflecting you?
if they aren't, I would ask someone to light a match, but sadly only I can do that.
-Julia Aubrey Rhodes-
Jan 28, 2017
Jan 28, 2017 at 3:18 PM UTC
is it possible to despise yourself so much that you can't feel anything anymore? possible to rely on the fragments of other people's morals and beliefs other than the oozing, hot and bright ones of your own numb mind?
are they still burning up there in my mind, melting inside my brain, scorching the veins, and scaring my tissue?
have my eyes ever looked so grey with ash or are they glazed, reflecting you?
if they aren't, I would ask someone to light a match, but sadly only I can do that.
-Julia Aubrey Rhodes-
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