Me...
Sorry... no title for this oneThe clock is slowly ticking,Sorry... no title for this one
Quietly in the background. Serenading boredom. Minutes pass, one by one. Hours are melting into one another. I witness the day changing- Morning, afternoon, evening. I see the sun rise, and the sun fall. The sky transforming. I sit in silence. I sit in a warm, dark place. Disregarding the difference between
Seconds, minutes, hours, Days, weeks, or months. Unsure of how much longer I’ll sit here. Not quite sure how long I’ve been here. Time is valuable. Time allows us to grow. Time allows us to change. &nbs
I Sit HereI sit here. Crowded by nothing. No room to stretch my aching limbs. I sit here. Overwhelmed with claustrophobia. The absence of everything is rubbing against my arm. I sit here, with a dead flashlight, In the darkness of my insanity. Scared of what's behind me, or beneath my bed. I sit here, wrapped in a deafening silence. No telephone rings, dog's barking, my cat's meowing, Or the usual, music blaring. I sit here. Staring into the plain, black canvas in front of me. The plain, black canvas I call life. I sit here. But all alone. Reveling inI Sit Here
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"Im not sorry for the things I do."
p.s.
don't eat pills
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