Hanging Out In My Bag
“This one was just feelings.. Don’t worry, I just need to get it out.”
Blanket.
Soft, fuzzy.
Stretching out its warm, welcoming arms, and embracing me.
Holding me closely, tightly.
Whispering reassurances close to my ear.
The words make the noise quiet.
“It’s okay.”
It’s okay.
.
Darkness.
Numb.
Suffocating, swallowing.
Clawing at every single part of me.
Tearing, gnawing, destroying.
Screaming, hollering, and laughing.
Too much. It’s too much.
I can’t.
It’s not okay.
It’s never okay.
DOOM (2016) OST - Rip & Tear
