And it is
to sit in her
perfectly manicured office
with a sweet smile
and promise to be healthy.
To quickly blame
my creators for the wrong hardware.
I was born this way.
I am helpless.
It is so lovely and organized
to fold my problems
nice little rows
with nice little bows.
hide and go seek
with my mental illness,
choke on crocodile tears
and promise that
I want to
How many gallons of scalding hot water need to pour down my back,
The heat warming me, but not to my bones?
How many tears need to pour down my face,
Unfeeling, unceasing, surreal?
How many times will I purge my inadequacy,
To others, to a blank screen, down the drain?
How much pain demands to be felt,
Before I can wash away the smell of her death on my hands?
I’m such a fucking asshole. Breaking promises left right and center. Spiraling out of control again.
It has come to my attention that a lot of people haven’t played this game so pay attention:
Grab a friend and tie your hands as the following picture shows
Now try getting yourselves
freewell maybe not free but apart from each other, so that the ropes aren’t tangled together, without opening the knots or otherwise removing the rope from around your wrists. It is possible.
im sorry friend but your arm must go
OR hug it out?