Loneliness has enveloped me, trapped me in a cage of living hell, and wrapped my soul with misery.
I can’t really feel the tears running down my face anymore, I look in the mirror and wonder how long it was while I was crying.
I like the feel of the burning flames on my skin, slowly taking away my tears from this mental disease.
The beautiful glowing light shining next to my arm, making bright red stains for however long.
My body and mind is rotting away in this dark and endless emptiness.
I think I’m starting to enjoy being in this much agony and sorrow, even though I’m not really numb from it.
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Your experience sounds so horrible. Mine seems to be the same. I wish I could remove it for you.
Pretty poetic, nicely expressed…I can relate 100%. I feel the same but do my best to not buy into the feeling.