my grandma past away...
the parts of my "fursuit" (what little i recived of it anyways) literly fell apart in the wash
work has become non-exsistant
sleep becomes a myth
ramen became my only meal
friends seem like fantasy
my room is now a cave
money.... what is that?
companionship.....uhhh down here evan my shadow hides away blending in with the darkness
my mind fills of worry stress and missery
life has a meaning but mine serves no purpose
when i sleep i pray i dont wake
my heart hurts, but the pain ha turned to dull numbness

every inch of my body is soar exhausted and strained i push myself till exhaustion just to help someone in the hopes what i do will help them to avoid feeling like i

everyday a fake smile to hide behind
i dont want this life
i dont like this life
i hate my sistuation
and the world is 1 less a kind soul spreading the burden weighing heavier upon the few who remain


my life and flame have grown dark and dim
nobody to tend to my broken fire
i ramble now to clean my head but all this id true that i said

simply needed this to be put down so more bull shit will float around fiilling my head with dark thoughts
a candle is needed with a bright flame,


all is dark