committing suicide is self-doubt
the worst enemy is what you chose to be
The mind is a disease that which we are force to live with....once if so
long the disease becomes a numbness...
~The sharp throbbing ache is back again....permanently.~
~Motionless gracefully beautilful lifeless insecurity~
~The sharp throbbing ache is going away again~
~ But the illusion that i hold is becoming a dry poison urge~
~have you ever been frozen~
~as if it was all not real ~
~it was as if you were not real...~
~am i real or is this all an illusion the posion urge...that i so badly hold
next to my heart...~
~ugly....frozen in a ugly place~
~that is the hell of the grand place that i call my heart...~
~the posion urge is you...~
~awful and unwilling to listen~
~the warm heart it turned in to black ~
~and the throbbing ache is part of me~
~a burden like cancer~
~a burden~
~a meaningless question unanswered~
~social anxiety i fear to leave.~
~so i lay here and wonder~
~a darkend nightemare of a dream~
~so i lay here and wonder~
~it has become dull and boring ~
~within the cold place it still beats~
~yelling and screaming but no noise~
~ distant spirt within a forgot soul~
~the dry posion urge~
~nothing~
~so i lay here and wonder~

 
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