Misery loves company.

Misery loves company it seeks who seeks it and those who are fragile to it taking it warmly in it's arms wrapping it's thighs giving you the body you've always wanted to possess it's claws dig deep through your back clenching you letting you know it won't let go for you have found a lover in it you slowly destroy yourself consuming yourself letting yourself go only to wake up realizing much time have passed. all the trauma you carry is the trauma from a certain event you seem to not want to forget I guess it is but the last memory you possess of it. these memories that hurt you so bad can't change and the people that exist inside it have done what they have done and well what difference would it make you are who you are now because of everything that happened and well you can't change the past regret is only good if you are seeking forgiveness yet if it is something else then know that whatever it is won't change so let go you see letting go isn't easy I know that's why addictions are replaced with other addictions all of them hurt you the same probably but choose a fitting death for yourself I honestly know how much scenarios you play inside your head wishing things went differently at times yet you could do the same with future events and mold it to the way you want I am not speaking of manifesting something but rather knowing exactly what you want and how you want it and working towards it. they slander your name while your down and praise carrying it while your up why do you care? Everybody would ride waves and jump when the ship don't sail I feel no pleasure in abandoning the captain of the ship for if we are to drown then we shall drown! but I would do anything to make you float with me whoever you may-be I seek no wealth but rather company why you may ask and that is simply because it is a reality we both experience and I shall give you validation for it as you do for me. would it kill others to wish good for whoever? poor little creatures they see not the bigger picture.

I've spent days no weeks even months without writing, silencing my own thoughts listening to the silence of the nights letting my demons talk they shit harsh it might seem at times yet necessary it is for one does need to reflect on things for if he doesn't he slowly but surely falls astray.

I'm not denying the fact that it seems comfortable, but it's not that we don't want to forget we can't. There are things we forget or bury deep down because if we remembered every detail, we would go insane. Forgetting is a gift that only some people possess.

Misery loves company and I seem to enjoy the pain it reminds me I'm alive it's been a while since I felt much.

Slowly as the silence drowns out the noise you see elements you've never expected the voices in your head get louder you control them yet they don't listen whispering things you've known for they are a part of your own reflection no they aren't you.