Things Falling Apart
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My name is Wynne

Me llamo Wynne

Je m'apelle Wynne

Ich heiße Wynne

ウィンと申します

اسمي وين


and yet did anyone ask

who am I really

friendships come and friendships go

people love and hurt and traumatize





I live as a consequence of all the burdens I carry and I make due
even though it's been three decades of coping and it's getting tiresome

I wonder if she stays up at night restless over the guilt of what she did to me


Probably not, all things considered



You need to have a heart to have a guilty conscience, after all










there is nothing more that I fear than to be alone
when I'm alone, my head gets louder

sometimes it feels like the world is going to end
sometimes it feels like all sorts of noises I cannot comprehend rumble inside of my head

it gets loud
I guess the world already did end for me many times
and I guess I never really had a chance
my mind and my brain can't let me be normal
I failed completely at life and have nothing to show for it


and yet I'm still here somehow
like a twisted joke that still keeps going cruely, although nobody is laughing

though maybe she is
she
she
she
she

have to wait a lifetime to see her get her comeuppance



she and the
bitch
Australian both were so casually cruel


though probably I'm the fool for letting them treat me like they did for so long
I'm a great judge of character I know
I wonder what's gonna happen to me in the next ten years of my life
dunno if I'll even live that long
that being said I'm surprised I lived this long so who knows