Constant waves of jealousy rip through my internal assortment of distorted turmoil.
Generous heaps of foul words empty through a stream of obscene thoughts.
Oh sympathy, don't regret my decisions.
I called on you nearly a month ago.
You are nowhere to be found.
Damn the threats that accompany my actions.
I feel as though this weight will obliterate me entirely.
Forgive and forget, as they say.
Well Goddamn your stubborn ways.
I've been dwelling here for days.
Am I condemned or absolved?
I am seeping through the cracks.
I am dripping.
I am slipping.
I am a second away from losing myself completely.
My insufficient methods are digging a hole so deep that I won't see the end of it.
And I'm complacent with this.
