i know who i am...
who the hell am i again?
i know that i beg at moons for some kind of amazing answer.
and find god staring down at me with a shit eating grin and the moon wedged gently between his ass.
i know i feel like tearing apart living things and weeping sadly at their very sad demise.
i know that i left my parachute in the plain when when i fucking jumped.
and now the beautiful earth is rushing up at me waiting to lick and taste my fresh splattered guts that shot out of my ass.
i can't eat.
i can't sleep.
i will only nightmare and night terror.
thrash in my sleep like one possessed until my heart finally breaks for the last time....
again.
when will i smile again?
fuck if i know and stop asking.
thank you for tearing out my insides and leaving me here
with this stupid ass look on my face shaking my head and my tears to the ground in giant ant drowning puddles.
my feelings have been not hurt but killed.
i still love you
and i hope you know that.
still loving all the others but you more than any other.
i hope your loneliness drives you to find me again.
there is no fear here
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How can you save me when you can't save yourself?
"nothing can save
you
except
writing.
it keeps the walls
from
failing."
— Charles Bukowski
you
except
writing.
it keeps the walls
from
failing."
— Charles Bukowski
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