Room 602

Words… Don’t they ever end?
Silence… Doesn’t it ever get bored?
Thoughts: Millions of them, hovering around my squeamish head…

An empty soul & a full head: A great recipe for suicide!

It never ends. It seems like it never will…

This whore we call life” breathing, hurting, breaking, taking…

Then the night falls, and a new day follows but things are the same yet different…

A cycle, a step, a tear.
Loss: of self, of being, of identity, in a forest of absolute nothingness…


About outlived

X-dreamer, fighter and writer... Using words to unleash the pain that eats me from the inside out, day after day!
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