“Words from a man that’s already damned”
What is death to a man whose souls died long ago.
If I die before my mom let her lower me into a deep grave so she can feel the weight on my should pour into her soul. Not to be cold but from the day I was 10 I can remember being told that I was a useless fat pig from there on my tears slowly turned into fake laughter and tired eyes behind a teenager turning into a man that’s already dead inside. The pain inside of me is like a fire that never dies but these are just some of the ways I feel inside sometimes I wish and hope to see another side before I reside.