kokeshi

they feed me candies so they won't feel guilty.
trying to pretend they can't hear me
going on with their not-lives
waiting for my departure that by the way was already planned to avoid my own self-destruction.




apparently you're alive compared to them so I squeeze you against me, it'll all come to an end, dont' be scared.


i leave you with gore wallpapers that you won't understand. They want you to talk to me.




tomorrow i'll escape from the nuthouse where I was born and all I want is to lay down naked on your bed to be covered with something different from pain and distress.