the ELEVENTH of SEPTEMBER, TWO THOUSAND and TWENTY.

i'm so fucking trapped.
i just need to ascend... or descend.
i'm so lonely. i'm so fucking alone. i have no-one,
i have nothing. existence is torture,
reminders constantly of the things i love that i lost.
your absence is torture.
i'd split my chest open for you; i already have.
i'd carve your name on my heart for you; i already have.
ingrained, you're always here. but it's not comfort, it simply burns.
gashes that never heal, only getting deeper, infected, toxic.
the pus and blood seeps out of me. i ignore it.
black and blue, every word that escapes her bruises me. you made me revolting.
this pain is unfathomable, so why is it the only thing i can feel?
the only people that love me are the delusions i create in my head.

take me back!