I like to make stuff up, so here goes:
My thoughts hemorrhage. These words bleed like a paper cut on thin skin. I hear the voice screaming at me from a distance inside my mind. A blank stare behind my eyes. Inverted smiles and endless spirals of infinitely meaningless words.
I wear a mask.
A lifetime of lies and suppression hidden behind substance abuse and self destructive behavior. In the gutter, with my own hand holding my head underneath what I've come to call water, as I struggle to fight the push, to catch at least one breath. I finally stop struggling. This fluid fills my lungs as I take deep breaths. Choking then vomiting underneath this pool of empty promises I've dug MYSELF, and filled up MYSELF. There is no more air to breath.
Life after death.
I've become the one person I despise most. I've ridiculed, and pointed my finger at who I thought was someone other than myself. It was my reflection. In every face I spat on. In every lie I told. In every action that carelessly hurt the people around me, for my benefit, and my enjoyment. I've become myself. I've been forced to live out the mistakes I've made. This is what I've created. I made this bed, but I'm not tired.
~FICTION
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