i-am-tsukiko

Please someone steal me away to some other awareness, oh, please hide me away. My vocal chords are bent like rusted sewage pipes and they keep spurting up putrid garbage every few minutes. Lies litter their sour taste all over my tongue as they escape my lips, but it is healthier than the wretched cruelty of giving up the truth to merciless friends. Depression won't you snatch me away so life won't reveal I have something to say? She won't know her distant stares are glass to me unless I carve my body away from my heart. My innermost thoughts, anxieties, and prayers could drain from the pumps onto the floor in front of her. Even th