Wish I knew

[dying-roses]

Ok but is anyone else upset over how newborn babies skulls are not intact

Like, their heads are more squishy than I'd like a human head to be and it makes me upset.

[dying-roses]

Too often

Too often do I wonder if there is a place here on earth that would take away my pain.

If I lived between sand dunes and soaked myself in sunlight, would the dull ache go away?

What if I lived surrounded by dense woods, parrot calls and heavy rain?

If I lived high up, with snowy peaks, would it take away disdain?

If I lived around skycrapers, beauty and fast pace, would I never cry again?

Maybe its the sun, or the water, or the ideal. I just can't figure out what would make me live again, because it always feels unreal.

[dying-roses]

12 AM

She'd do anything to get rid of whatever's under her skin that's killing her.

Its spilling,

Through every inch of her skin like its trying to get out yet still doesn't feel fulfilling.

No matter how much plush toy polyester she tries forcing inside her digestive system,

All she's faced with is disjointed internal resistance, never enough filling to hold together the rest of her.

Her blood congested with sugar has now the texture of honey,

Slowly but surely escaping her body, her happy remedy, steadily running.

With skin rotten sweet and heart strings of wool, stuffed like a teddy bear, never filling yet uncomfortably full.

She's misery and delight with her stitches skillfully sewn,

She tastes like true happiness, last of her breaths soaked in the sunlight of dawn,

And she fades beyond the sky so blissfully moving on,

Vows to savour this forever, next thing you know she's already gone.

[dying-roses]

4 AM

The night is hollow and Im always sad. I wish I was different, I wish I was asleep.

[beezoon]

[contint]

[dying-roses]

I want to travel because these issues are overwhelming me.

[birdasaurus]

[charminglyantiquated]

a little comic about kisses and curses. happy halloween!

[dying-roses]

My body feels stained with a thick consistence of shame. I can barely make sense of my own words, or make out if I'm sane. Hands shaking, mind filled with pity, I'm guilty, I'm drowning, cheeks stained, not pretty. Lost myself not sure where, I knock on my heart, no answer comes back, body at rest. Am I missing a part? Why do I feel a hole in my chest?

[dying-roses]

[bled]

[samdesantis]

[porcelainapparition]

🗝

[guiltyxsadist]

[dying-roses]

[cyberkilla]

🔪 sweet serial killer 🔪

[dying-roses]

Her eyes look like the deepest ocean.