im locked in a box, under surrounded by soil, under sum stone with the writing of names i think this shit is my grave, rat poison in my pocket i been sitting for days, naps coiling to locks bottom of toilets afraid that this shit is my mindset,
it isn’t a phase
my knuckles been purple for as long as i remember, my motivation to move forward lost in December, im lost in the center, collect the center
neglect the inner struggles
ran to the church lord i ask for healing, pounds of Coke sum bubble wrap and a vacuum ceiling, scattered bits of skull dripping from the bathroom ceiling suicidal tendencies i risk it all for petty shit
im following my etiquette, bury me in rubble give my spouse dead presidents, not a relation we just fuck for our own benefits, optimistic boy rebirth into a broken pessimist, im running out of evidence, negated all my negligence, hated all the dreadfulness, fake shit on my messages, made it out my element
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