#fromthedraftsfolder

voices in my head
vices in my bed
sleep when im dead
how’d i get here,
can you tell me that

be brave.

struggles.

There was a new peace.

she can feel herself suffocating.

Resentment seeps out of my pours
runs like spider veins, black veins
where it chokes me,
not enough to kill, but enough to make me feel rage
makes…

There’s a shadow that haunts me,
funny how it walks like you.

i hate the heat that swells behind my eyes
tears that burn

soul. speak.