4444
2022-12-31, 2:44 a.m.

I can't bite anymore bullets
I can't dig myself out of the dirt holes I've been kicked down
This time it feels like a casket
It feels like drowning
If it's a testimony, I'd never talk about it again. The most painful process of dehumanization just to get medicines I never wanted in the first place.
It feels like a joke
when hope
spreads thinly like morning fog
and evaporates at nightfall
the number 4 keeps appearing
so the angels are discussing the issue
but no one has decided to help