#sethanded

Existing is hard, inhaling the air it takes to exist is even harder, Puncture wounds pierce like shards of glass, I'm choking on empty hopes and promises, Inhaling more chemical than clarity

"Help" - a four letter word I ache to shout yet dare not even whisper

My mind is a maze of monstrosity and you don't want to find the entrance...

3 am has been and gone, Still I’m sat here laying flat on my back, Eyes examining those same four corners of the ceiling, Feeling confused and stuck, For once picking myself back up and brushing off the dirt isn’t an option, I’m stuck feeling bitter and full of regret, Questioning and doubting every decision I’ve made up until this point , Wishing I could shut off completely, Sleep and erase myself from life, Fizzle out and find peace.

Eyes closed but far from at peace The weakening walls of my mind slowly collapsing,colliding corroding, Numbing out my ability to think straight. Days merge together, Hours seem lengthened, Passing by painstakingly slow, Questioning ones own strength, Ones ability to push on, Uncertain of who or what one shall become

In a perfect world there would be body shops for humans just like they have for cars and we could stroll in and upgrade or swap parts with other people until each and every person is happy and content with their bodywork