Anotherandom - Pure Chaos Tee

t wasn’t a decision, and it wasn’t fate.

It’s a wreckage I never volunteered for, a slow grind into someone I can’t even recognize. And yet, here I am — bleeding in silence, choking on the echoes inside my skull, collapsing into fragments, clawing at the same wounds I swore I buried.

Pain isn’t even poetic anymore. It’s just noise, static, and pure chaos.