I feel like nothing
Rigamortis of the soul
I don't want anyone to know, how happy I am in my hole
If you could call it happy, more content
I rot
I feel like I've reached my extent
I have
I don't want to be alive but I definitely don't want to die I feel like I have no one by my side WHAT SIDE
I have never felt more alone.
Alone is something I am all the time, even when I talk WHAT VOICE
No one listens even when I speak it's hardly existent
On a property in a home surrounded by people I love.
You didn't get me anything for my birthday.
After I was sliced open very much so alive, I could feel them pull him from my insides
And for the first time in so long I felt so whole, like I was actually human again minus one finally a person not vessel.
But never celebrated. Just alone.
I am cold. I feel like I am stiffening. Rigamortis of my everything I don't want to feel anything
I feel too much and care too hard and no one matches the lot I try and offer
They just take from it.
A shattered plate that is over floweth, basically a glorifed serving bowl.
But I'm still lonely.
I speak for no response, I agree with myself in my talks, I am the only one that hears me
I want so much
But I am so so tired.
I am so tired.
I am so lonely.
I feel like so much nobody.
I feel like nothing
And everything all in one
But I so much. I want to do so much, I want so so very much to have more,
But everyone else is more important
I'm sure.
So much has happened that I have to process,
But youve never seen a processing plant with only one operator
















