Transcending is constant, it’s not what it seems to be
It doesn’t soothe your soul, dimensions very scary
You don’t have a choice when the switch will flick flicker
Predetermined by destiny, that fucking bitch screw her
She sleeps in my stomach where she manifests her lair
She comes out at night and takes my body ensnared
She makes me think thoughts that’d make you sick to your stomach
She aches for the ache, for all that is fruitless
My abyss is bliss filled but only when I pop pills
always chill I stay still cause I don’t have the damn will to explain my life in a way that’s meaningful
cause I’m fucked up in the head
Astray they haven’t even led
Me to believe that my ego is dead
Break it down just to build it up again
Traveling selfward cannot project outwards
Collapsing inwards oblivious to our world
I can never rewire my self induced haywire
I hate myself with such a hellfire
torture myself till I force
myself to cry, I’ve never really felt alive
Moods swing me to and fro
can’t ever predict which directions they’ll go
seconds away from sinking under
Holding back the sobs of all my lost lovers
My life’s in the trash and my hearts in the gutter
“Have your own back” he said in a letter
It’s tearing up at my insides
When I sleep my lungs cease respiring
Living is meek and simply tiring;
Loathful,tyrannically manipulating my anxiety
I want to get up and out of here
Two more pills and I’ll be spiraling
Into the gates of inevitable ends
Then my soul will ask me “Are you gonna leave here?”
I’m leaning towards yes but my heart screams no
My body is between the doors of god and shadows
to everyone I sacrificed my well-being to appease to
was it worth it, in the end, for you?
- I Will No Longer Mince My Words by Stephanie Parker




















