‍ ‍‍𝒮𝘞𝘌𝘌𝒯 ( … ) 𝓣𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑵𝓔

i've seen rock bottom and it was love at very first sight.

i see a corpse in my mirror. it looks as if skin would peel from frame with the slightest tap — feels coarse as gravel ﹠ hollow as dove's bones.

grieving, grieving, constantly grieving. i mourn what could have been, what will not be, what i can't save.

to be perfect is to be puppetted. you, an extension of them ﹔ your life their playground, your autonomy their toy. how useful you are when shed of self — when all that remains is obedience inside pretty shell.