Me: *breaks Down Crying In The Privacy Of My Own Home*

me: *breaks down crying in the privacy of my own home*

my brain: you’re faking your emotions for attention. you’re just doing this because you think it makes for a cool personal narrative

we become those who nurture us in our sleep

if she wants me to apologize it wont happen because im petty and so is she so our arguments and disagreements will just be swept under the bed with all the others to sit and collect dust with all the unspoken apologies and healing

i tried once let down my pride and my anger to say im sorry but she didnt care didnt accept it

so never again will i apologize to someone who is as petty as me

look under the cut to see which one of us survives 🔽

LOL LMAO GET REKT. I POISONED BOTH. no I didn't build up an immunity to iocane powder, what do you think I am some kinda nerd? we're both dead lmfaoooooooooo

AMOK TIME

horror by famine

youve been sitting in my drafts for five months six days

rotting away hoping i can fix you make you worthy for the eyes

but you never will youll sit and decay your bones turn to dust as i cant remember the title cant remember the last word not even the first

take your rotten words let me know that it was a mistake to create the ugly poem youve become

theres no words left to say

but its cruel of me like a mother to a daughter

i love you but i dont like you