Feb 2020
Softly in
Swiftly out.
Control each expansion
Of these quivering lungs.
Fire’s spreading through my mind,
Life has turned me oh so blind,
If this world could be less kind...
I would be dead, free of this bind.
Looking at an untouched daisy,
I can feel my mind grow hazy.
My limbs are growing ever so lazy
And I’m falling in again. I must be crazy.
Swiftly out.
Control each expansion
Of these quivering lungs.
Fire’s spreading through my mind,
Life has turned me oh so blind,
If this world could be less kind...
I would be dead, free of this bind.
Looking at an untouched daisy,
I can feel my mind grow hazy.
My limbs are growing ever so lazy
And I’m falling in again. I must be crazy.
Ugh, all of this ****. Just too **** much to deal with. Funnily enough (for only me) I’ve had an unused knife by my bedside. Good time to make that sucker a biohazard.
