Being hung by my own consumption.
it made me write a full one
being hung by my own consumption
drowning by it’s grip
that holds my intake of air,
and leaves me speechless,
unable to ask for help
haunted by the the noose
that binds me
I wiggle and squirm to stop it chocking
only to make the hold tigher
placing my fingers between the rope and my neck
only to get rope burn
gasping for air
things flash before my eyes
darkness is upon me
as I am falling down
all hope shattered
and I hear there voice
in the silence
then a gush of liquid around me
as I see stuff start to dissolve
acids eat through the rope
and I fall into stomach acid
and with in moments
I pass out from the gas
and I am dissolved
the higher self and the lover self become one.
The Minds Journal
8 hrs ·
Please note, the wisepicks for this image will be published on our site on 24 Feb © 26 minutes ago, Amy Selby
The emptiness I have inside is my own undoing.
Trapped inside empathy’s cage smouldering gasping for life’s fire returned. With darkening vision dire dreams long for death an escape from a narcissists snare.
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