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@shemookat
None of us were prepared 😭😭
I’m in dire need of some of that inner peace master shifu told us about.
I posted this on March 20th. Little did I know....
Did not age well
May the fourth be with you
💉。: 🎀 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓉𝒾𝒸𝓊𝓇𝑒 🎀 :。💉
When you're fighting All Might's love child and he starts screaming about your daddy issues and breaking every bone in his body
I really wanted to draw jester!kirishima and king!bakugou!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Man! I tried!
wheres seasons greasons
its that time of year again
To scared to die... I hate being left out.
To tired to live... mostly cause I hate myself.
Me? Relapsing after around six months of being clean? In this economy? Its more likely than you think
A Year Later
Here I sit on my bed
Just like I did a year ago
Then I wanted to be dead
A year later, to just let go
The past descends on me
Like a mansion ceiling
Broken, haunted, dusty,
full of secrets too revealing
Today I want to get away
from the reality that bores me
Was it only yesterday
seemed reality ends before me
Vivid thoughts of knotted rope,
trickling life from out my throat,
laying empty in the road,
flashing thoughts, ghoulish croak.
“Help me!” I wrote my only friend,
the blackest ink from my own veins
A year it’s been, from that draft’s end
every breath accounted for as gains.
A night ago, I did relapse
Saw me, the tilled clay of my flesh
“Why?” I ponder, “if not the past’s
desire for pain new and fresh?”
My character has been evolved
No cravings for once to be undone
But the mystery remains unsolved.
A spider’s web can’t be unspun.
Why can’t I just get rid of these?
Don’t I other ways to cope?
My only hope to be set free
yet I’m addicted to this dope
Perhaps, I’ll find in another year,
I’ll be resistant to the gravity
Today, lift praise for being here
and pray, “Deliver from depravity”
From,
Someone halfway to the other side
with gentleness and love
It’s been years since I touched a blade. Why am I turning back now. Things were supposed to be better by now but I’m so much worse.
what have i done
what have i done
what have i done
what have i done
what have i done
what have i done
i relapsed
again
nothing poetic about it
just worthless
miserable
pathetic
just me
of course i’d come back to it
what did anyone expect
i’m a piece of shit
and it shows