"when broken is easily fixed"

collapsed inside my room, living in a lonely place with ghosts all around me.

inside I think I'm just another entity in this place.

that place that I hear everyone call “home”.

...a calling to a being, a place to believe in

an underworld or paradise that exists?

I will belong to neither, for the knife dictate a purgatory I will go to.

I believe...all is well, for I know in good faith that I will no longer be seen