It’s burns a hole in my chest
Rips through me and pulls me apart in the most heinous fashion
Can’t stop.
Spiraling.
Reminds me of each time I’d stick the embar of the cigarette to my skin
Gotta feel something real
(Gotta escape my brain)
No way to fix myself
The melting away of flesh
The aftercare
It numbs the thoughts?
Yes
Something I can actually heal?
Usually
Something concrete I can direct my pain towards?
Definitely
All I think about
Why am I not good enough
Why am I never enough
Fuck
If I am not everything, I am nothing
Don’t you understand how this fucking works
So I will always be nothing.
Never enough.
It will never be enough.
How am I supposed to live with such a unhealthy complex?
I’d do anything for reprieve.





















