My footprints and fatal errors in the past are drowning me.

Killing me with such guilt and preventing my breaths.

I wore an armor of thousands summer.

I wore a smile of genuine happiness when I truly felt the worst of all.

When I fell and never seems to rise.

Some days,I felt solitude.

As if the universe is closing on me along with the stars.

Some days,I felt horribly numb.

To the point.everything is pointless.

I can’t even eat my lunch.

And the only reasons I have is it makes me sick.

When truly,I felt

disgusted.

It's self-

destructive.

But just like an addiction,I can't stop.