How am I still standing?
After all those horrid years...
I just can't stop resenting me,
And it's been going on for years...
My blood glows in a glory,
The metalic smell so fresh...
If nothing ever stops me...
I will sabotage myself to death.
Not every ending has a story,
And that's something that won't change.
I just hope that when I'm gone,
My story will be said...
It makes me feel uncanny...
How am I alive?
Did I just stopped screaming?
Or did they bury me alive?
Feb 2, 2025
Feb 2, 2025 at 4:42 PM UTC
How am I still standing?
After all those horrid years...
I just can't stop resenting me,
And it's been going on for years...
My blood glows in a glory,
The metalic smell so fresh...
If nothing ever stops me...
I will sabotage myself to death.
Not every ending has a story,
And that's something that won't change.
I just hope that when I'm gone,
My story will be said...
It makes me feel uncanny...
How am I alive?
Did I just stopped screaming?
Or did they bury me alive?
