Silence
The only language
I'm fluent in

...but in his heart he knew that it did matter.And he knew that shepherds,like seamen and like travelling salesman,always found a town where there was someone who could make them forget the Joy's of carefree wandering.
-The alchemist-

When it was hard to laugh, the music was hard to laugh.

Is fuck off an emotion because I feel it in my soul

If I smile is my soul really happy or is that the meds doing their job?

One day without no big reason while you are living your usual messed up life you will feel tired of everything as if the weight of the world is on your shoulders. You'll feel as if your lungs and heart are tired fighting for you. You don't wanna cry or slit or sleep or forget or wish for all of it to go away. You'll find yourself longing for the END of it all...the conclusion for this no good of a life. At that exact moment you'll find yourself fighting to breathe without actually wanting to breathe. You'll pray to God to give you the potion of peace and he will turn his back on you. The world will look at you with a smirk on its face secretly filled with pleasure of seeing you crumble. Not God Not the world Not you can make it all disappear. And as feeble as you are you'll close your eyes and feel your painful tears pay visit to your dry chicks...you'll sit in the darkness with accompanying loneliness,helpless.
-Yeab T🌑-

I carry a heavy heart in me. I don't know where to put it

And now I’m here waiting on something

I've got everything
A fancy shrink with a nice degree

Enough pills to calm the sea

These cuts in our wrists freaks everyone except us,the artists.

I look at it and I sometimes feel regret and most times they derive me to create more of them..they push me and to be honest most of the times I don't fight the urge...I just let it control me..."paint your body red,play with the strings of your veins,breathe the air of satisfaction" it says to me...I smile and inhale and for a moment it eases every pain even when it doesn't seem to...

"How frequently do you look in the mirror? Does your face please you? Are you disgusted to detect familial features? Do you worship or hate your ancestors? Do you consider your image erotic? Do you pretend that you are a star's child? If you squint, does your reflection become abstract? Is abstraction a transcendental escape from identity or a psychotic spasm of depersonalization?"

I fear if I start crying, I’ll never stop!

I fear if I start slitting,I'll never stop!

We all get really good at pretending the loneliness isn’t there. But then, something comes along to remind us.