i hurt someone with stupid, dirty, filthy words. i’ll ignore it, but if i take it seriously, i’ll feel hurt again. i’m starting to hate something i used to love. you won’t do it and can’t do it. don’t talk like a hot shot.
tired; fraught with exhaustion; weaved with fatigue infused needles; depleted by draining voids darted at every joint; seeping with invisible weight ten times over my skeletal capacity; wearied threads of flesh sapped of blood; burdensome cyclic thoughts carving away the skull