trying to fill the void, with the same songs on repeat, the dust on my shelves, like rust on my messed up self. i broke my phone, again,...

i'm afraid i'll never fit into the framed silhoutte of the false paragons you desire i'm so fucked in the head can't you see i'm not her,...

write about something positive just this once. what if my head is a dystopic painting of the usual blacks and grays i try to pick up the...