desire is the cause of all suffering
it is a molotov cocktail
waiting
for someone to come along and place
hope in your hands before exploding and tearing you to shreds.

this perpetual nightmarish life is not one i would wish upon anyone, and all of my regrets reflect off of the scars that i will wear on my soul for all eternity.

no passerby can even simply ameliorate
the heartache i feel in my sunken chest,
and my ribs sit too tightly
around my poor heart.
my body has given up on me, and now i want the release of death more than i want
love and
acceptance and to be
understood and to be
saved.

there is nothing here for me, you see.
and there never will be.