#psych100

metallic sheen of the knife in your eyes green yet icy and uninviting: nothing grows here i realized you did not care for me, at all all the crocodile tears, hoarded like blood diamonds i long for you even now, mere longing unloading my real tears are they still mocking you, if you agree?

sadness turns people into animals bark at me under five layers of projected insecurities, murmur about faults and blame games tut tut at “My Very Best” with a skewed self-view spite is taunting and hissing in the face of healthy coping mechanisms

you can say nothing in a thousand words: a picture can be blank people can live blank, if they want to there are hollow spaces if you look something has been looted (from me, or just general vacancy) its futile to wail about emptiness anymore i’ve been shaped by a fruitless womb, in a barren earth I’m pretty vain for a depleted reservoir looking up at rolling wisps of ashy smog, the sky is about to crack open, walk on eggshells or get cheese in your toes

Me: *reads section about cerebral cortex and nerves attached to it*