I can't stop.
Screaming.
Inside.

And.
I want to peel.
Off my skin.

Existence.
Constant frustration.

Abyssal.
Abysmal thoughts.
Drawn taught.

In
My
Mind.

The dirt caked on my hands.
I remember.
Sleeping on rocks.
Eating from the garbage.

And.
No one.
Ever helped.
Or thought.
I.
Needed it.

It's all my fault.
As.
They like.
To say.

But it doesn't.
Matter.
Anymore.

Everything is futile.
Just.
Barren empty fields.

My.
Slow.
Death.