The first time I tried to die it wasn’t because of that numb feeling. The apathy came afterward. No, the first time was because of the shear pain of living. Kind of funny, isn’t it? At first I wanted to die because I felt so much, now I want to die because I don’t feel anything ( Read more... )

There was the echo of something unfathomable in her down cast eyes. My stomach tightened in my thoracic cage. Is that your thoracic cage? What do I care? She was flaking away like a statue made of ash left in the wind. Her flesh quivered and she breathed, drowning in air again, tearing herself apart. I watched the scars on her arm spread and ( Read more... )

Black and shimmering over hard thighs, the shinning moon reflected on the water at night, those leather pants were walking toward me. Watching them come I wondered if it was true, whither or not those long legs would suddenly veer left or right and leave me tensed for something that would never come. Traveling up revealed a tight stomach of coffee ( Read more... )

can you really choose to go mad? or are you just ceasing to cover up the fact that you're crazy and do all those crazy impulsive things you surpressed.

I've gone mad.

you ever start to shake uncontrollably and fell like your insides were falling away from your body one by one? yeah, that was me after retreat ( Read more... )

i'm sorry for everything

"that's it ( Read more... )

there is nothing wrong with pursuing a cause that is futile, because life it's self is unavailing. If one is fulfilled then all has been acomplished.

i'm sick... to my stomach... so i dont want to eat... but i think that i'm sick to my stomach because i haven't eaten that much all day... ugh...

i don't need to kill myself, i'm already dead inside