undone

"eclipse!" and depressed do not go well together...

add stress and a nagging parent (i'm a twenty something!) and you have a recipe for something bad, i don't know what, but bad.
i did not know it was possible to hate the sound of my own name. if i hear it again, i swear i will scream.

i sit and stare
nothing comes from this
nothing comes from nothing
and always has
and i have always died
one more death can't hurt
one more hurt can't kill
only me
and you
never knowing my nothing
a new beginning
another end
only this is constant
its changing again
and the music in my soul
asks again to be freed