It spread ever so quickly in my heart…as it always does. It ripped me in half and I had no idea. It said you’re not good enough and you can rest in that. It said scream so I did.
And I screamed.
And I screamed.
And I screamed.
So here I am. I lay in the waste of my expectations, and I refuse to move for the disease has every part of me. I have succumbed to the flesh and let my heart loose in its selfish ambition. I am sick, so sick. But I like my waste and I want to waste away within in it. Continue reading