#6262

i wear my clothes to bed
and i smell like chamomile when i'm alone
i have nightmares i sleep with lights on
i can't figure this on my own
and i feel like a fucking joke

i haven't felt like this in what seems to be
a thousand years
turns out heavy weights
and sex
and eating well
doesn't make existence any easier

i might just as well throw the trash down the drain
who even cares?

#7768

proclivity to reenact feelings;
i hear the same voices go round and round and round an
d as it seems, they are not what's left
of the future that i've already seen,
mor e like a pi(un)cture already hung on the wall
i can't-
and i won't-
take down

   (so i gotta paint these walls around it so as to pretend we're fine)

neurotic chaos
is so empty
it drains
the blood out of my fucking
life.