i wanted to truly break a mirror today.
frustration sometimes is the worst thing i can get thrown at me.
i reside in my room in the middle of the mess i created. -in the middle of the world i created.
everyone around me surrounds me in fakeness and lies.
my heart drowns me out with depression as i cry.
apple juice always makes me feel better.
although, i dont know why.
maybe it tastes how i feel and the two drown each other out.
or maybe the taste just drifts me away from my own emotion.
either way im thankful for the moments away from myself.
i wanna be someone else 50% or more, most of the time.
i hated who i was before now.
and i like who ive become.
but sometimes i still want to erase myself from the world.
sometimes i feel as if, if the next good thing in my life doesnt work out-
then ill wipe myself clean from this world ive created without so much as a tear to shed.
the world i created for myself, is becoming somewhere i dont always want to be.
this better work out.
i dont know how much lower i can go.
i do all i can.
and what do i get?
tears that burn my cheeks like salt in the cut on my wrist.
