XXXSOS

my body is a temple, i will not let anyone in, but i’ll let you in, if u care to know me deeper -Sosanna-

[xxxsosanna]

idwba

[hollow-zombi3]

TW: sh discussion

letting go of the first razor is sooo difficult. it’s like growing out of a childhood friend

not trying to get an infection today but i’ll miss her 💔💔💔

[xxxsosanna]

your supposed to change them?…. how often

[s1lver-l1nes]

Me rn.....

[sad-gay-loser]

Inside you there are two wolves…

[xxxsosanna]

they’re fighting right now

[xxxsosanna]

i think it’s not how many times you do it but just going deeper each time.

i felt lazy tonight so if i do it again next time ill press harder

1:38 am

[xxxsosanna]

i want to go so badly.

[xxxsosanna]

i’m losing my ability to feel… even physical pain.

I thought i’d get addicted before the tears stopped coming after bringing blade to skin but i guess after my first time…

all my tears were cried out.

[raspberrytorte-sosa]

If Your A Writer, Write “I’m Jealous” Without Saying It:

…and suddenly an itch appeared under my skin, my arm tickled and not in the good way,

that itch moved to my stomach and a dark mood settled in behind it,

my attention fixated on nothing and everything, my nerves agitated and my ears fixated on a conversation I have nothing to do with at all,

my mood changed, anger seers as someone whom I was delighted to see becomes an enemy,

for why? i don’t know,

for how? i count tell you,

my love for what was once, gone

and my indifference for whom i never noticed mistaken for loathe,

the clam rain exudes for scorching heat that know resembles a bad day and a hot mood ready to boil over,

an emotion not explained by my face nor my words, a mood that has no origin and grew out of no where, a tumor set in the pit of my stomach shooting daggers and pain at my mental and anybody close enough to be served the effects of a curse that i cannot name…

i’ll name her jealousy and boy is she a subtle bitch.

[xxxsosanna]

Original Writing

[sugarchwrryyy]

[raspberrytorte-sosa]

i feel like a shiny coffin with molds and growths and maggots feeding off of the dead hollow inside of a seemingly fresh body,

a casket made to hide the gruesome endeavors endured by the life of a seemingly innocent girl who’s body is decaying from the inside out, smelling like rotting life and dying living,

eyes conscious as the body slowly fleets from knowing life, mind awake as the body sleeps,

dirty brown petals attached to a seemingly strong stem guarded by thorns built to protect, keeping the stem strong but killing the petals leaving the stem to have nothing to show for,

the call is coming from inside the house, the rancid smell coming from inside the body, the killing mold growing in the place the soul calls home,

a living corpse actively dying by the sickness of the mind and continually surviving by the will of the organs unknowing of the dead already inside.

Sincerely, Sosanna Drew

Original writing—Quote me or be copywrited

MUAH

[xxxsosanna]

it sucks he’s not here to guide the youth like he used to… i was too young then but im young enough to understand now and he’s not here.

i want him apart of me though.

[xxxsosanna]

it’s such a nice sting though….

i like how thinner blades take less pressure…

a calming sting that settles in after a while…

xxx

[xxxsosanna]

i’m reluctant to pass this point. regauding what is depression a lot of it is uncontrolled when you hit certain markers and milestones—non of which should be celebrated but things like this…

things i’d say i’d never do mostly because of my delusions of becoming a model and my pride and the fact that my ugly skin scars terribly….

i bypassed it. then again i didn’t know i had actual depression until April last year and before that even though ive always had depression, it was just a though a mere feeling.

Now it feels like i’m deciding something if i do this. I never actually wnated to do this nor have i ever associated myself with being this type of person or the people that do this. I don’t do this, this isn’t me but….

i think i’ve met a knew chapter of depression, not mindless fostering over years, not realizing i’ve been sick all this time, not the numb battle im fighting, and not the subconscious choices ive made when i didn’t know i wasn’t in control, depression was..

i’m controlling this action now and depression is watching me do it…. it doesn’t have to take the handles anymore… i’m taking control expect i’m not choosing to heal myself… im making the same decisions depression has been making for me when i didn’t know except just now, this month, current me, knows.

now i’m acting

[xxxsosanna]

all it took were some stubborn scissors, perseverance, a pointy knife, and patience to get the blades out of my razor that i dint use….

but i guess im technically using it now

[xxxtentacion]

life is a matter of perception

everything is a riddle, you can simplify if you diversify your thought

[xxxsosanna]

I want a warm hug from someone named Death,

have you seen them?

[raspberrytorte-sosa]

She Is RAP, Rhythm & My Poetry by Sosanna

she’s cool like the seasons,

she walks with ease,

her scent never bothered me but believe i’m bothered upon thee,

her everything unique from clothes, to talk, to sway,

her scent something livid like the beast i have to keep at bay,

when she walks near me,

when she talks near me,

damn i can’t get enough,

but liberation from these feeling that yearn upon the hour do not soothe my mental,

for these feelings that like a curse actually feel so safe and sentimental.

her hair curly sometimes straight,

her voice addictive like heroine or cocaine,

her scent memorable, her presence a shudder,

i can’t even tell you when my gut hit the gutter,

for this girl holds my admiration and more,

what may she hold in the future, i’m not sure.

[xxxsosanna]

Original writing — Quote me

[raspberrytorte-sosa]

The Founded Soul: by Sosanna

I’ve never really been taken to people whom I meet from afar,

Often feeling like our souls weren’t meant because of empty space left ajar.

The suddle glances and common interaction something i’ve much disregarded in the past,

though presently I cannot go a moment without wondering if you’re wondering about me back.

Once you were just another stranger, then again you’ve always been there.

i never noticed you before, but before i wasn’t aware,

wasn’t aware of the yearn id feel in the present, wasn’t aware of the churn of my nervous system when you’re present,

you managed to escape my psyche up until now, but now i lie awake,

wondering about the next day,

that my eyes graze yours,

and suddenly everything feels okay.