Sep 2018
Let it be known. That this calm is my own. Though I don't yet know home. As my grace takes the thrown. In my caves pace and moan. Like a grave placed my stone.
I will wait for the scent of some pharamones. To wake me a bit and change where I roam. To get out and stay active and gain new distractions remaining adaptive and scrape my bones. I'll go hunting not hurtin, not *** but some flirtin, *** I am still certain I'm safe alone.
I will wait for the scent of some pharamones. To wake me a bit and change where I roam. To get out and stay active and gain new distractions remaining adaptive and scrape my bones. I'll go hunting not hurtin, not *** but some flirtin, *** I am still certain I'm safe alone.
this past week is the saddest I have ever been. as an empath(if u believe in such a thing) I create, magnify and spread joy like its my job because it is. But being sad like this is debilitating and self renewing......So to not share it with those around me I gota stay away from people because I cant fake it and even if I could fake joy I never would....But solitude only makes it worse...……….I hope that these words can make any others out there who don't wana be dead but would like to die stay put mentally... u cant make it better quick but any of us has the power to keep it from getting worse in our hearts and just wait it out....U are alone out there. But I am with u in tear.
