Nothing has ever effected me as much as my thoughts have
Nothing has ever captivated me as much as my thoughts of you have
Nothing has ever made me cry as much as my flaws have
Nothing has ever made me hate myself as much as I have.
At the edge of the valley
I found myself to be my biggest enemy
Who always stood first to ruin me.
It holds my finger, I tighten my grip on its happily to be saved only for it to lead me to the darkness.
It hurts so bad when I brutally kill myself, yet it feels peaceful at the same time, maybe I'm just at home with it.
The cacophony of my wicked hunches hunts me everytime, now sounds like a serene lullaby.
The scars on my arms are chapters of my story.
The dried palms are events of it.
The melancholy smile that dances on my lips are some results of which.
Cursing myself to be a benedict.
Have to kill myself to live.
I'm te barrier between happiness and me
To free myself I've to vanish.
To perish.
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I wrote this shit* just now in the car and couldn't wait to show this to you all, I hope you like it...🐰💜🔪
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