foreign to the ones who isn't sane

a piece of pie for those with more shame

I failed the resistance to keep

pretending to feel okay I'm not

foreign to the ones who isn't sane

I forgot how lonely this place

is self loathing a legal act of self care

do I care I am

/

Here till the asphyxiation kills me

the air is tight yet I can still breathe

I'm not running so time can catch up to me

my own hands will bleed

until my head turns violet

sewn onto my neck

caress my leg until I'm calm

I want a friend to tell me

You're worth something I'm

/

I made this a while ago and never released it. I'm pretty sure I was depressed as heck writing this.

btw, how does scouting work? I made this account way back when and never used it lol