venua
ven *
- Jul 1, 2023
- 60
want to remove my arms
I want to become limp to become faint
I wish to decapitate myself to let somebody see my thoughts, feelings, and guilt. I wonder what people would really think if they were to read and judge my thoughts.
I want to crush my Vertebrae, I want to become a blank husk. like an art canvas ready to be covered in other peoples thoughts. I am like a sponge, I soak up everybody's problems then become drained of all feeling. I want to shatter my legs. like glass. I want to bust my kneecaps. to become suspended. Aimlessly looking for somebody else's support, to hold me up when I cant pull my own weight. My brain feels as though it's being suffocated with distorted views of other people. Blanked face, frail body, blind thoughts. I don't think before I say or do. I wish to become a flower with no sun to absorb. To wilter and disintegrate. I long for the feeling of escape. To finally have a reason to get up every morning. The sun is not on my side. It lives to destroy me.
It lives.
I want to become limp to become faint
I wish to decapitate myself to let somebody see my thoughts, feelings, and guilt. I wonder what people would really think if they were to read and judge my thoughts.
I want to crush my Vertebrae, I want to become a blank husk. like an art canvas ready to be covered in other peoples thoughts. I am like a sponge, I soak up everybody's problems then become drained of all feeling. I want to shatter my legs. like glass. I want to bust my kneecaps. to become suspended. Aimlessly looking for somebody else's support, to hold me up when I cant pull my own weight. My brain feels as though it's being suffocated with distorted views of other people. Blanked face, frail body, blind thoughts. I don't think before I say or do. I wish to become a flower with no sun to absorb. To wilter and disintegrate. I long for the feeling of escape. To finally have a reason to get up every morning. The sun is not on my side. It lives to destroy me.
It lives.
