Guilted,
In hate,
Postpartum,
Separation.
Convulsing, spitting
coughing, blaming.
I'm ruining my life, just let me die.
Set fire, Ego Death
brain case, gnashed teeth.
guilt braces on leg, only this holding me up.
swelling belly of the person i love
Mend yourself
do it on your own
no one can help you
they try and say
you're doing great
they don't understand
i was so much
more fragile
than i thought i was
im just fine
terror in my eyes
a soulless stammer
no one loves or likes you,
dead. and no one cares
They found you in the
apartment
your stench ruined their day.
an indigent inconvenience
they left the blood on the floor
they'll burn it up anyway
the bugs love you more than
you ever felt
no one could fill the void in
your existence
the humors once inside you
leaked to fill the crevices
in the complex plumbing
Mar 20, 2021
Mar 20, 2021 at 2:05 PM UTC
Guilted,
In hate,
Postpartum,
Separation.
Convulsing, spitting
coughing, blaming.
I'm ruining my life, just let me die.
Set fire, Ego Death
brain case, gnashed teeth.
guilt braces on leg, only this holding me up.
swelling belly of the person i love
Mend yourself
do it on your own
no one can help you
they try and say
you're doing great
they don't understand
i was so much
more fragile
than i thought i was
im just fine
terror in my eyes
a soulless stammer
no one loves or likes you,
dead. and no one cares
They found you in the
apartment
your stench ruined their day.
an indigent inconvenience
they left the blood on the floor
they'll burn it up anyway
the bugs love you more than
you ever felt
no one could fill the void in
your existence
the humors once inside you
leaked to fill the crevices
in the complex plumbing
i think i write mostly from recent suicide bodies perspectives
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