
Scritch
Scritch
Scritch
Whoosh
Crk crk crk
Reality
Has ignited
A fire
Inside of me
Starting from my mind
Spreading down to my body
I feel the heat consuming
The burning prickling at my skin
Like a million stings
I can feel the weight of
Brewing hate
Blazing into my eyes
They begin to widen
My eyelids feel stitched open
Only I will ever see this glare of hate on my face
My tongue burns as the fire reaches my mouth then down my throat and into my lungs
It's hard to breathe
Each breath stings
I feel my insides bleeding
Every part of me is disintegrating
I'm dying
So slowly
So painfully
I'm hurting
So extremely
It's all consuming
I'm seething
My nerves feel like metal wires all over my body
I grit my teeth
Shaking
I can't bear it
There's no where for this agony to be
I start to bite my tongue
Till it bleeds
Then I chomp down on it
Over and over
Till it mushes
And chunks of it start to come off
I gag and choke, as the mushy pieces of my tongue slide back down my throat, then
I vomit it back out.
A large amount of blood mixed with pieces of my tongue splurt all over the floor, and leak down my chin. I'm hunched over , with my hands on my knees staring at the puddle on the floor . I'm letting out a groan of pain while tears slide down my cheeks but I don't even realize. I'm completely disconnected from everything at this point. I don't even feel anything. I'm stuck staring into my pool of my blood , it's like my consciousness jumped out of my body and dived into that puddle of blood, vomit , and pieces of my tongue, in order to escape.
I finally stand up straight and look up above me , my arms down by sides like dead weight. There are no thoughts, there are no feelings, but I still feel something tugging at my soul like a weight that's too heavy for me , chained to it. I don't know what to do,
But as if it's primal instinct
My soul tries to speak one last time
And I just scream
Because I can't speak
I scream
And scream
So extreme
Like I'm hoping it'll reach the heavens above me
A scream of full of anguish and heartbreak
But only the devil is listening
And he's grinning.
About the Creator
CotardDelusionz
Diagnosed bpd , OCD , ADHD. This is my outlet.
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