I want to travel to space if only to fly directly into the sun
I want to scream at a mirror until I lose my voice
I want to feel the world tremble for me
I want to strike fear and strike first
I want to destroy everything beautiful that I've worked so hard for
I want to watch my own funeral and get lost in the flames engulfing my body
I want to **** **** love, I want visceral, shallow insecurities to ebb and flow
I want to feel like myself again but in a better body
I want to know why I was made to die.
I want chaos.
I need sleep.
They keep me sick so that I can feel better.
"It's all in your head".
Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 2:26 AM UTC
I want to travel to space if only to fly directly into the sun
I want to scream at a mirror until I lose my voice
I want to feel the world tremble for me
I want to strike fear and strike first
I want to destroy everything beautiful that I've worked so hard for
I want to watch my own funeral and get lost in the flames engulfing my body
I want to **** **** love, I want visceral, shallow insecurities to ebb and flow
I want to feel like myself again but in a better body
I want to know why I was made to die.
I want chaos.
I need sleep.
They keep me sick so that I can feel better.
"It's all in your head".
Insomnia, sweet love. You never cease to ravage me.
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