I feel sick, you know
In my head, in my heart
My eyes are filled with little black stars
And my stomach churns
With a thousand words I'll never say
My knife is too dull
tear me to shreds
I'm sick of this mad, mad world
make me someone's bride and count to ten
then blow my head out at the alter
I'm sick of this mad, mad world
I'm sick of the people
I'm sick of the doctors
I'm sick of YOU telling ME what's wrong with MY head
when it's MY head and NOT YOURS
make me into someone's dinner and say a prayer
tear me to shreds
I don't care
when you’ve been in so much emotional and mental turmoil recently that going back to feeling absolutely nothing is actually comforting
american born angel ౨ৎ
Google maps new baltimore glitch that happened in 2013
life of a party girl
Anne Carson, Antigonick
Occultural magazine Abrahadabra issue #03, 1985
getting that feeling
where all you can do is hold your breath
and think
and feel
and it’s horrible because you forget
you always forget
and you can only remember
once you feel the burn in your lungs
in your throat
and you release a breath
far larger than any you’d released that day
and it scares you
and it happens again
21F & tired. my old poems are seriously so bad. idk what this is turning into. I just want someone to talk to. open dms
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