KuscoChan

I'm scared to get close and I hate being alone.
I long for that feeling to not feel at all.
The higher I get, the lower I'll sink.
I can't drown my demons, they know how to swim.

They tell me you've touched the face of God,
at the sound of the rope cracking on your neck
They tell me you'd never give it up
like the song that was soul singing in your head

Yeah, it's plain to see
That baby you're beautiful
And there's nothing wrong with you
It's me, I'm a freak
But thanks for lovin' me
Cause you're doing it perfectly



I'm still debating on whether or not I should just delete the account. I'm not doing anything anymore. I lost the ability, the motivation to draw thanks to my ill brain. Now, it's pointless for me to be here, in my opinion. I'm not an artist anymore and even if I feel motivated, I don't do anything. I'm stuck somewhere.