Consume

These thoughts these dreadful thoughts eat way at me like a dastardly disease they consume me until I'm nothing but a rotten corpse of the girl I used to be. I used to be full of life always ready to go on the next adventure but as the years rolled by so did the problems and reality. I wake up thinking the air in my lungs isn't meant for me so why don't I cut the supply off? Like the blood in my veins isn't mine so why don't I bleed out?