You're Dead Meat Bitch








You're dead meat bitch
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Art by The Unclean
my heart is pounding with a million bees inside of it, my head is dizzy, my eyes are filled with a tsunami of tears, it hurts like there's an open wound in my heart that will bleed forever no matter how many stitches there are to fix it, the stitches itch and all I do is undo them, they don't have time to heal.
Another restless night with no sleep but crying until I feel like I'm going to throw up, haven't slept a wink and I have a full day of class ahead of me. Why do I cry? I have not the slightest idea why but the question is stuck in my head beating against my brain wondering why I cannot stop my sore eyes from trickling out tears for hours and hours without stopping. There is an ache so big in my body I cannot even call my body my own with how much this ache takes most of it up, it's in my heart, head, stomach and legs. All my limbs feel weak and numb with this emptiness that cannot be fulfilled no matter what is done. I'm trapped inside this suit of flesh until I die off like every other creature there is in existence, but until then I'll cry and cry till there is nothing left of me but bone for the dirt to embrace with its bugs and nutrients for a new life to begin, hopefully a life more meaningful than mine.


Bloody tears