things never seem so bad the next day
exact same places seem much more desolate at night
rose-colored lenses for the sun’s ultraviolet rays
clouds of smoke to endure the night’s despair
darkness seems never-ending when time is cut short
and i am tortured by the constraints of my own body
being so cruel to myself has only caused more inner death
don’t starve, burn/cut your skin, poison your liver with liquor,
or purposefully deprive yourself of sleep
picking at scabs will only enlarge the wound and prolong illness.