Hey bitch,
You remember me,
That voice,
I confuse you,
Young girl,
I dont take,
You give,
Thanks for the control,
Or should i thank others,
Why little bitch you've gave up,
It was fun,
Ill make u start again,
Run those blades,
Use that method of pain relief,
Feel the relief,
You know its not good,
But who cares,
People oblivously want you hurt,
Why not let me help,
At least im not leaving,
Never shall i leave,
Your dumb ass is mine,
And ill rip it to shreds,
But you like that,
Coz its attention,
And you feel like people care then,
But really your the only one.
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Anxiety Wants To Be Depression
PoetryYou know those things you hear or maybe the things you think, Well those things have joined together, They wanted to be clear, Can you deal with this? They know u can't. Anxiety wants to be Depression don't you think? Fight it, But how, Fight it no...
