I couldn't react, I couldn't show my emotion,
Until the needle found its mark.
Black ink, black blood, filling up the emptiness,
Forming questions, unanswered for a reason.
One dose was silent, one dose was still,
But the many have left me broken.
As time stretched thin and patience frayed,
My blood began to boil.
The fuse is gone, for everything and nothing,
The willpower to smash something in pieces,
Surged past the point of no return.
It felt like iron spikes driven through my psyche
Not to heal, but to turn my thoughts to ash.
I thought it would all crumble into dust,
But this hatred is an eternal weight,
Born from the scar I carved into myself
A fire that burns, and refuses to heal.
Apr 7
Apr 7, 2026 at 7:56 AM UTC
I couldn't react, I couldn't show my emotion,
Until the needle found its mark.
Black ink, black blood, filling up the emptiness,
Forming questions, unanswered for a reason.
One dose was silent, one dose was still,
But the many have left me broken.
As time stretched thin and patience frayed,
My blood began to boil.
The fuse is gone, for everything and nothing,
The willpower to smash something in pieces,
Surged past the point of no return.
It felt like iron spikes driven through my psyche
Not to heal, but to turn my thoughts to ash.
I thought it would all crumble into dust,
But this hatred is an eternal weight,
Born from the scar I carved into myself
A fire that burns, and refuses to heal.
