I Wandered Into The Abyss Before She Could Bring Herself To Care

i wandered into the abyss before she could bring herself to care

and now nobody can pull me out because their hooks and anchors sicken me

the light i once craved feels blinding

i wear this jacket pretty much daily xD post w glasses and no makeup, for transparency's sake(?) happy 2024 btw! can't wait to post some gothy stuff i got on holidays / sotd is 'i don't wanna be me' by type O

the horrors persist but so do i // sotd is the fnaf song - goth remix

whats your favourite song? right now, mine is 'she is suffering' by the manic street preachers <3

is she back from the dead, or is she the living dead? blessed yule to those who celebrate <3 sotd is falling up by will wood

when you grow up completely inadequate and below-average: no good at conversation, or sports, or looks, or intelligence, no passion or talent—

self destruction is a neat party trick for a while; you're a child proidgy until you find out kids years younger are reaching into their skin and starving to a rot

is it really extraordinary once you turn 14?

is your hurt enough once it becomes bearable?

are you poetry after the poem has finished?

but now it's too late too little, you've long since abandoned identity in favour of the much more rewarding role of "sick"

you lack the skill to turn this nothingness into somethingness, pain into art that used to be implied with your youth

sit with it now