The only emotion I feel
Is melancholy.
I dig tunnels in my memory
And carve my mistakes into the walls
I lay there for hours at a time
In these miserable underpasses
And drown them
And myself
With the mixture of
Lyzomes, oils, water, and regret
That falls from my eyes.
I sit and scream silently
About the things that I have done wrong
The places I have ruined with just my presence
And the people that have been cursed
With my well
And not-so-well
Being.
I bite my tongue
So hard
That the blood that fills my mouth
Begins to wash away my existence.