Maladaptive Daydreaming

Sometimes I go into 

a little world 

to get away from the 

world I’m already using to 

get away 

from everything else. 

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On The Way To Death

I just wanted something to clear the muddy waters that run through me. But it just got darker every time, and I found more things to rip me apart. Living day to day feels like one very long over dose, and every second feels like a fight for air, but I can’t scream, I can’t gasp for air. And I’m just here, waiting to finally die.

Truthfully, life feels so long on the way to death, when you’re carrying a soul with so much unrest.