melancholy, like curling up in the emptiness that bleeds you dry & the silence screams in the four surrounding walls, the prison that confines you as you bite and scratch and self-destruct your way to insanity, every moment alone seeming like harsh rejection from society, a leprosy that only you cannot shake off. minutes turn to hours of self-doubt and loathing, heartbreak turns to anger: vicious, spitting hatred that masks the shards of the shattered mirror named Happiness. you're not worthy of happiness, look at you! you hurt the people that try to care, allowing loneliness to prevail incessantly, a master of solitude. you've been left behind and now you're clinging onto the rotting remnants of a stagnant corpse, trying to relight a fire with water.
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