confined to this small little house, where hate seeps through each and every window.
stuck in this body that is too big for my reckless soul.
suffocated by the chains that bind me to the world.
with each passing day, i disgust myself more and more.
but how could this be so, with my personal inspiration covering the walls, and lining the hallways?
yet i here i sit, day after day, contemplating every. single. crumb. that enters my system.
driving myself completely mad because i'll never be good enough for society.
constantly absorbed in my thoughts of my own body.
it's easy for someone skinny to talk about how we can fix this issue,
but it's different when a two ton whale gets on the screen and tries to talk about it.
most days, i just want to end it all.
to just hurl my body off of a tall building, or jump out at the last second in front of a speeding car.
because life is hard, and difficult. but death is peaceful, and easy...
& and at least the claws of society would no longer be constantly scratching at my insecurities.
what an idiotic hypocrite i've become.
i can't even fool myself anymore.