How are you?

I’m okay...

Perhaps I am good

It’s just that

The past...

It haunts me

It crawls up every nook on my body

Crawling all over tainting my already tainted skin

The layers build-up

Up, up but not away

Ugh I feel so filthy

All the soap and scalding water won’t ever wash it away

I want to rip off my skin

Gouge my flesh

But It never ends

I remember all the weeping

All the dripping blood

Pools of blood and tears

I remember it all, everything, every single second

The colors...

The haunting azure, the soul-stirring crimson, and the obsidian which made me reminisce of my time in the black hole

The flavors...

The deadly sweet nectar to the falsely comforting bitter coffee

The lovely melancholy scenery

I relive the moments over and over again

While I yearn for it all to end

Perhaps I should just end it myself

I’m tired of existing

I’m tired of me

Myself

All I want is nothingness

The pure comfort of nothing

Nothing

Is that too much to ask for?

Even with all this perhaps I still am good

Thank you for asking