hellispink
poisonous
- May 26, 2022
- 1,231
I deceive myself, deceive me daily by postponing the inevitable. I can't escape from everything and even less from myself. When the demons knock on the door, death becomes tempting. Loneliness and your thoughts haunt every inch, it gets heavier. I wonder where are my tears, they are not coming for me. Why would I want to do this to myself? If this place is not for me, it never will be. There is a moment when only the walls keep company, and they are not enough to alleviate the torment within you. I don't like quiet moments, because I know it's just a sign of bad things to come. Storms get bigger, and peaceful and joy moments are something I have never experienced and if i did, I no longer remember it. It can always be worse, I tell myself. But it does not change anything within me. I am still the same coward I was yesterday, who still no able to pull through.