depression

watch her crumble
she was so hard
then came the tears
turned her brittle

how she wails
she Screams
it hurts

She screams and screams and screams
please make her stop, before she

watch her crumble

she is powder
dust

gone

dont ask me

it takes only a few minutes of idle thought to make one realise that there is nothing.
we live.
we die.

if anyone really gets that. they cannot move on.
it is absolutely impossible.
they must stop. and change.

if anyone really gets the size of this existence.
the lack of reason.
the uncertainity.
the grief. the absence of meaning.

if anyone stops to think. hard.

i suppose its really a good thing that people are absorbed in the ratrace.
in their cooking. in their grades. fights. parties. discounts. tv shows. whatnot

if everyone realised what some do. inadvertently by mistake.
they might kill themselves. not realising how they contribute
to the general nothingness that way.

or they might let go. and Decide to live. for what life might actually be.
if there is a reason.
if it is to have meaning.

psychogirl I

what do you call a girl who spends half an hour thinking about whether those who love her still would if she were to one morning shrink to one fifth her normal size?

.. more on psychogirl.. soon..

understatement

heart break

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heart torn out stamped upon cut into uneven little pieces some fed to dogs and others burnt crisp and rolled in mud.

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now youre getting somewhere.