it doesnt really matter what the circumstances, everything seems to lead to the same end: self destruction, in some form, is nearly inevitable. im tired of being here and im tired of being me. im tired of the things i do the things i think the way i talk the way i look.

aggression

i feel threatened im sorry, im not psychotic but i am a little funny things are a little off things are getting a little worse i need to try harder i need to be somebody.

Pathogen

the poison i swallowed
the sun in my veins

i feel the sickness twisting around my insides. my body is corrupted my flesh is infected i swallowed poison i put it in my veins the virus is in me the virus is m.  i am self destructive to save myself like something fighting like something sinking  i am tearing at my organs i am holding myself in i am killing i am dying.