The self so tattered, torn to pieces Ripping the air, the voice unceases Imparted to flesh, the virgin soul To a world as known as sky's black hole Uncertain eyes, now what do they find? A crushing weight born of flitting mind Sacrifice, sacrifice, the subject of illusory connect unchecked

Do you love me?

I knew it was just a fanciful illusion I made up, but I wished it could have continued forever.

But you know, nothing lasts forever.

the internet is truly the festering cesspool of hell born from modern society
but even so, i have nowhere else to turn to
coz i have trouble getting out of bed in the morning! i dont want to go out! i dont want to get a proper job! im scared of other people! adults piss me off! and im stupid! but i still want everyone to fawn over me!!!