Time does not exist.
My eternal minds abyss.
Self loathing restless.
Self degrading relentless.

Blaming all troubles I abide.
Substantiating I coincide.
Grasping for any relief.
I hold the past in belief.

Insanity surely ensues.
Same problems and issues.
Doing things on repeat.
Never learning I retreat.

Despair and sorrow.
Its all I seem to know.
Trying so hard to grow.
Yet feeling so ***** and low.

Alone I shall stay, lying to myself.
Never having to please anyone else.
I am who I am, maybe I cant change?
Maybe I prefer a life lived in derange?


A.Emmi 04/09/18