Another evening where the hatred I feel for myself burns so hot my oesophagus hurts
Where did my mind go, when did I stop listening to my thoughts
I used to be romantic, wholesomely confident in my delicate existence
Now I’m terrified of it
That unless I grip tightly, I’ll evaporate from everyone’s lives whom I love
Jun 27, 2020
Jun 27, 2020 at 5:54 AM UTC
Another evening where the hatred I feel for myself burns so hot my oesophagus hurts
Where did my mind go, when did I stop listening to my thoughts
I used to be romantic, wholesomely confident in my delicate existence
Now I’m terrified of it
That unless I grip tightly, I’ll evaporate from everyone’s lives whom I love
