Something akin to a smoker with no cigarettes
a junky with no junk
My soul is unsatiated, a hollow heart for a friend.
This pain is ongoing, unending, unyielding, unceasing
Carving away at an already empty vessel.
If this body could lie down and never awake
If this soul could fly up and out and on
Into the darkness
The vast darkness.
There is comfort in an enveloping never ending darkness
A place with no pain.
So far can wounded walk alone
with tattered thoughts in air
and sharp pain on bare bone ,
yet they never seem to care
soft and muffled do they moan
their lives not so fair
shoes withered and merely there
in life’s sad unfit poem
(by me)
I have so much to say and have not the skills to express them. I want to leave but will I harm those who may love me?
My fiance left me last week , i’m sick,  I have no real friends, I have extreme fobias . I feel like im becoming a goraphobic I am afraid of cars and driving loud sounds give me panic attacks… I just dont know
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