melancholy ;; poems & shit

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Who could love me?

I'm out of my mind.

Crazy and stupid, with so little time.

The cuts on my thighs never disappear.

I haven't stopped cutting in over 3 years.

Hopeless and dumb, with absolutely no worth.

I don't know why I'm still on this earth.

Everyone hates me.

I just need to die.

But sometimes you gotta fall before you can fly...