FUCK YOU! *unquiets Your Activity Graph*

FUCK YOU! *unquiets your activity graph*

finally… all quiet…..

A piece about depression

The raven came today, and I don't think I like it, It's big and imposing and hard to make out, but it wanted me to touch its wings.

The raven came today, and I am scared, It stretched out its wings just once and blocked out all light everywhere, but it wanted me to touch its neck.

The raven came today, and I am so saddened, Whenever it rends its claws something succumbs under them with so much pain and suffering, but it wanted me to touch its feet.

The raven came today, and I cannot feel happy, It roars so loud all other sounds simply fade leaving me empty and alone, but it wanted me to touch its head.

The raven came today, and I feel so tiny, It's gaze seems to pierce through the air as everything else turns to black along with my soul, but it wanted me to touch its chest.

The raven came today, and pain soars through me, It keeps pecking at my skin and hurting me draining me of everything, but it wanted me to touch its beak.

The raven came today, and it seems so much bigger than before, Whenever it now pecks me it feels like my limbs are torn and nerves are burning as it takes the pieces from me that I so desperately need, but it demanded me to embrace it.

The raven came today, and it seems like I'm gone, I feel fear, anger, sorrow and helplessness, but it asks me to go with it for this one, final visit. … .. .

open image in new tab was there for me when no one else was

Hm, so, as I have more or less exhausted my stockpiled ideas and my brain feels quite empty of the funny, for the next few days I'll just post some little snippets I wrote over the last few years depending on how much I can dig up

I wish flavor was free. Like I just want the taste, you can keep the actual food.

A piece on People pleasing

My mind laid bare for all to see, Such a feast for them to eat. Every part of me is free, No worries as it's all my treat. Please feel free, devour me, I'm sure I have some tasty meat.

What do you mean that is not good? Aren't I just a piece of food?

I like it just fine in this way, 'cause else I feel like in a cage. To not be eaten or consumed, That feels so wrong and so untrue. I don't long for this kind of free, As just like this I am happy. For being bitten and emptied, That's the only way for me. So please do bite me yet again, And eat me like my other friends.