when i realised the ghosts i feared most were in me all along. my ghost couldn’t be seen couldn’t be heard couldn’t be muffled and played like a broken record in my head to let loose and unscrew my head and slice my skin.
i used to wish for his death now i wish for mine
me. and my raw desire to leave the treasure trove of pain that was my family’s heirloom passed down from generation to generation. i did not want it to be passed down to me. i refused to accept that fate. i left so that my successors and equals would not have to accept that forced…
what’s the point of living if you’re dreaming of death
My brother found my yaoi collection on tachiyomi I got heart burn and He said his eyes burned. Can’t make this anymore poetic than this.