wanting to fade away forever is like waiting for the wall of paint to dry— staring at it until your eyes burn red with dryness, and your legs are cramping with every breath.
it's wanting to solve every problem with the solution of not being here anymore, waiting until you fall and your bones crash with the cement.
it's crying until your throat turns within itself and you can't breathe and you're forced to scream inside yourself. it's crying when you get a breeze of air in your hair, and your cheeks turn cold because they've been hallowed out by being so gaunt.
i've been wanting to fade away recently.