I can't bear the tearing of my soul
I hear my inner self talking to me
And asking me to do things
I really don't want to do
Sad
Bleak
Nostalgic
I miss my childhood
I was not aware of what life really is
I want to go back when I was happy
Nothing is enough
Nothing matters
Stoicism
Sighs of smoke
Bloody sweat
Smell of neglect
Dark room
Black vomit
I laugh in madness while I wait
While I bleed
Turn on the lights and