kitkatt
Possumpwincess
- Feb 17, 2026
- 126
Man got high
Then some guy
Decided guy
Had to fucking pay taxes
Hoard resources
Own it all
Collect wealth
Monopolize
Live blind swine
Capitalism breeds ignorance
Willing to die subservient
I'll die before I bend thy knee
I refuse to be blind
I will use whatever privilege I have to make my death mean something
I'll be a martyr
Even If no one remembers I can die at peace with my self
With my delusions
I've been so close to death so many times I know in my heart that for me when I die it's dark nothingness awaiting me and oh fuck how I've waited. I'm avoidant I miss her the void the nothing. I allow the insomnia to take over and I don't sleep when I'm in these I guess episodes. I'll fight through medicine even. I'm on something new a beta blocker I think I don't know I can't remember shit anymore my memory has gotten really poor lately and I've been getting high again lately with whippets to help the the constant racing thoughts it's so fucking overwhelming. I at least haven't cut myself again for a bit however I'm probably going to (in a professional way because I'm in a shop) cut my face because I want a cute scar there because that feel more me. I've already tattooed it on but isn't visible enough:( I don't connect with old photos like who the fuck is that. Who the fuck am I? I don't know maybe I'll get there one day probably not but maybe anyway enjoy my anti capitalism hell hole poem
it's really hard to be mentally ill and be expected to act normal when the worlds on fire all around you so I'm trying to cope with the arts 
Then some guy
Decided guy
Had to fucking pay taxes
Hoard resources
Own it all
Collect wealth
Monopolize
Live blind swine
Capitalism breeds ignorance
Willing to die subservient
I'll die before I bend thy knee
I refuse to be blind
I will use whatever privilege I have to make my death mean something
I'll be a martyr
Even If no one remembers I can die at peace with my self
With my delusions
I've been so close to death so many times I know in my heart that for me when I die it's dark nothingness awaiting me and oh fuck how I've waited. I'm avoidant I miss her the void the nothing. I allow the insomnia to take over and I don't sleep when I'm in these I guess episodes. I'll fight through medicine even. I'm on something new a beta blocker I think I don't know I can't remember shit anymore my memory has gotten really poor lately and I've been getting high again lately with whippets to help the the constant racing thoughts it's so fucking overwhelming. I at least haven't cut myself again for a bit however I'm probably going to (in a professional way because I'm in a shop) cut my face because I want a cute scar there because that feel more me. I've already tattooed it on but isn't visible enough:( I don't connect with old photos like who the fuck is that. Who the fuck am I? I don't know maybe I'll get there one day probably not but maybe anyway enjoy my anti capitalism hell hole poem
it's really hard to be mentally ill and be expected to act normal when the worlds on fire all around you so I'm trying to cope with the arts 
