Homesick

i am home sick
sick of my home
sick of a place filled of violence and rot and mold and scared this is all i can become
i will sink into the bed and never leave
i will never leave
when the couch is cleaned and my bones are found underneath the cushions
of a putrid, half-sunken house
they will look apon them sadly
knowing i did this to myself
tags: abuse, vent, void, best of
the messy realities of life are:
the ringing in ears
the ringing in ears
the constant ringing in ears
bright lights and hospitals and bright lights and no hospitals
no blood on the floor
no gun in the hand
but always the ringing in ears
tags: abuse, void