Scarlet°Witch

Waiting for me to have a deadly car crash, a fatal sickness, for a rock to drop from the heavens and just crush me... like the mountain that's behind where I live. Where I live not home... it's been so long since I've felt something simulating home.

I'm committing 2nd hand suicide.

Where you just hope something will kill you, anything, so your family doesn't feel guilty or anger towards you.

I don't want to feel like this but I've tried everything. Dr's, medication, meditation, masturbating, exercise... anything for some extra endorphins... but I still feel like nothing, like trash.

I wish I could see myself through someone else...

“Artist are people driven by tension between the desire to communicate and the desire to hide.” -D.W. Winnicott