i feel like
i feel like
my brain is fried
my body’s rotting
i’m left out for decay
bugs are eating at my corpse
i can barely walk
every step is fucking torture
everything is heavy
chains are on my arms and legs
i can barely breathe
i’m so tired
i can’t sleep
i can’t even check my phone
i’m staring at the wall for days
i’m watching life pass me by
i’m in hospice
pull the plug
give me freedom
from this hell
kinda cruel to keep me alive
i feel like
my mind is numb
my body’s gone
everything is fake
i’m in purgatory in my mind
i’m stuck inside a cage forever and i threw away the key
so much pain it makes me numb
hurts so bad can’t feel a thing
im shedding skin of all these fake personas
im left with a shell
im empty space
im in deaths arms
i think my mind is killing me
i think my thoughts will kill me
no action needed just this brain
i rot to death stuck inside my bed
doctor said it was neglection
but my mind pulled the trigger
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