necromancy.

a void in your stomach or mine, that's attached to us forever, going and coming, living or dead, its always there for you and me to taunt you like how your father did to your mother. but you've learnt how to deal with it by pretending its never there but i dont blame you, we all make mistakes either way none of it matters, it'll be gone, you'll be gone but the void will ever linger. the void touches you in places you dont want to be touched, you're yet wounded you will always stay wounded, no one can fix you unless you fix yourself. no one will. the sacred lights peek at you, look down at you, you never seem to know, you will see it one day and regret it for wasting your years away forever stuck in a jar that never breaks since you closed it yourself. 

the beating in your heart, it will stop, but when you want it to stop it wont. it will when you dont need it to. its unfair, cruel, but the heart isnt yours, you dont own anything in this world, you never did, all you leave behind is the warmth from your soul and the coldness from the missing parts of your soul. 

however, loving someone so hard cant fix your problems, giving yourself wont make you any better than any of them, rather it makes you even worse, it worsens all ways to get better. being so mean to yourself, storing all of in yourself cant stop you from breaking your arms. you can lay on me as you break your arms.