its silent again

its never ending. my blood boils my veins as it travels through my body, like liquid fire, leaving charred ashes behind. it feels as if a 10 ton boulder is being placed on my chest, slowly but surely.. with every breath I take, it weighs heavier on me. Im gasping. my tears are acid and burn up my eyes until I cant see, so I dont even bother to cry anymore. I feel my heart pounding in my chest. I can hear my bones breaking, snapping like dry twigs.

You can call me a cliche, and its true. My words may be the biggest cliche there is, but that doesn't make them any less real.


I dream about how good it feels to put another line above "empty".

I see my reflection in the tiny sparkling metal, but it isnt me anymore.


This is the day-to-day.


"The battle with oneself is the hardest battle one will ever fight."


Why do I have to be so fucking unlovable?

....silence. again.