they was talking real shit back then and i took it as a joke
Honestly, all this shit ever does is place me in a terrible mood. Like, bad enough that I want to just throw my wireless mouse at my wall and break it. Bad enough that I would chuck my computer out the window of my 3rd story dorm room. Bad enough that I would just, want to break everything. Because all this ever does is hurt me.
A flower, growing and blooming
Without attention, the flower eventually wilts
Creating a picture surrounded by depression
An empty heart
An empty soul,
An empty mind.
A husk of it’s former self.
Glory and beauty long forgotten
But the memories of that glory remain.
What once was will never will be the same again
Reliving the past creates more than just a memory
It brings pain.
The overwhelming pain
The never ending pain
The parasitic pain
Eating at your sanity
The darkness grasps your will
Pulls you into the shadows
Manipulating your thoughts
And locking the door
Trapping you in a cycle of repeating what you want to forget
There is no escaping without help
There is no finding nirvana
What is left?
A shadow of what once was but never will be again
The flower dies