اگزیستانسیال

when i die, pls don't bury me. feed me to the stray cats so they will be all fed up and there won't be a single trace of me.

although i want to break the cycle but it's too dangerous outside of my zone.

i feel like i’m too old to be feeling this way and i've spent too much of my life stuck this way.

sometimes i live in my head for so long that whenever i get hit with reality, it feels like dying.

you were the car i crashed and now, you're burning alive.

it was enough to recognize, to see that i was the reason you feel sick inside.

1:35 guilt is my boyfriend.

i'm the dour in the dowry, the bats in your belfry, and i am your boyfriend.

because guilt is my boyfriend and i'm very dearly wed. at wakes you don't wake up, but stay asleep instead.

they are talking about the enemy, but the enemy is not closer than the vein in their neck, but the enemy is literally of their flesh and bones.

i'm inches away from giving in to the voices and kilometers from where we all belong.

you pray before going to bed, i dare the demon under my bed to garb a pillow, place it at my face and sit on it.

you lose, but win it somehow.

you did the right thing, even if you think you lost it, but you gained something else.