what is true solitude?

how do i cut the strings?
how free would i be?

missed you even more...

dreams just have to feel so real it fuck you up real good when you wake up to reality.

fade fade fade.

in the past when i lost a battle, there are still things to smile about.
today was different. i tried too hard and while its still a victory, there is nothing to look forward to.

wonders.

what if i take the wrong poison?
how will it turn out?
how deep the rabbit hole will be?

the wrong nerve.

a filling void that harvest the darkest thoughts ever.
contemplating many acts of disasters.

smile, but evil at heart.

it is still dark.
my eyes still see the worst.

wait for the knock.

i still give a fuck.
people like me take the full brunt.
our heart is too kind so people trample on them.
our trust is given wholeheartedly so people abuse them.
right now i desire for nothing more than bad karma.

keep trying.

rainy nights did much worse to the already crushed heart.

i'll just keep drowning.

perhaps the truth is at the bottom.

my muse, my magic.

if i open the next door, will it be you?

will i be able to do so?

how do i make peace with myself?