I have what I call the Hydra disease. Cut off one malignant stressor that causes me to heave ragged breaths, and life gives me one second to reflect on seemingly new-found emancipation before three more cancerous thoughts take the place of the dead cancer.

It is a painful enough thing to wake up in the deep of night and understand that no wakeful soul on this planet loves you right now.

It is worse to believe at that time of the night that nobody exists for you or loves you at all. That you define what it means to be alone.

You know, lately it's become a comedy, and the joke's on me. All the world's a stage, right ( Read more... )

I need pills. Drugs. Something to keep me from losing it. I cannot handle this. I cannot handle knowing that nobody can clean this shit up ( Read more... )

Voice cold as ice,
asking forgiveness,
begetting metaphysical suicide.

When this persona is dead, you won't like the man that stands before you.

This still isn't where I want to be ( Read more... )

Push your darkness away, and someone else is just going to take that vacancy and fill it with their own foreign darkness.

That destiny which I vehemently denied over and over ( Read more... )

all I can think about.
everything else is but a distraction from my fixation.

i wish i could be honest with you, but i don't know how to ( Read more... )