Fuck you

I pray and I hope

I cry and I hurl

I bleed and I bloom

What blooms out isn’t beautiful but so divine it grabs me by the throat until I can’t remember my vocal cords are there.

I scream and I beg

I mourn and I hate

I hate and I stare in jealousy 

Disgust stares back at me to once I thought was gonna be a good person, and instead stares with pure wronging and wrath and punches me in the stomach with its tiny hands until I can’t breathe.

I yearn and I fall

I sleep and I wake

I ponder and adventure 

Curiosity streams through my mind though it should be my ending, fairytales taught me there’s gonna be a light at the end of the tunnel but when I stare inside, kneeling to pick up on what it is but my face drips onto the endless void as it slowly consumes me.. or am I consuming it?

We’ll never know until there’s a stone over me with my name carved..