Losing It

Having writer’s block right now- yay. So I have no idea what this even is. I’m tired. And probably a bit insane, but it’s fine. Deal with it. Anyway, you get to read this now. BTW, totally random fiction, not an autobiography or anything. So yeah, I’m done now. Sorry.

My life twists and unravels around the same circle. I make the same mistakes and never learn. They say repetition solidifies knowledge. So I guess my faults have strengthened over time.

By continuously echoing my past, I have trained my brain to relive it.

The darkness likes my head, it’s gotten comfortable there. Wedging itself between my regret and insanity. My emotions are conflicted, unable to determine what is going on in my head.

Though I locked the doors, the darkness continues to flow through my body. Corrupting my house with soothing words.

I’ve grown used to the evil that clutches my heart. I like the choas that runs through my veins, and I’m drawn to the feeling of hopelessness.

Fire is scorching me inside, but I can’t feel it. Pain has become my addiction.

I live and breathe everything I never wanted to, and choke on what I once yearned for. I can’t accept that I’ve been polluted by the world around me.

I’m sorry you had to read that. It seems as though inspiration is a thing of the past, and my brain cannot function without it. Gotta love social distancing… *Silent groan*