Can I scream until my lungs collapse?
Can I peel at my skin until nothing but my demon is left?
Can I rid myself of my pathetic nothing,
My feeling of bitter hopelessness,
My dearest tragedy?
Can I give up?
Do I give in?
Can I throw myself away,
Into the abyss of nothingness,
The Hell in which,
My "lack-of-soul" regretfully belongs in?
Clearly, I am a sinner;
And honestly, I don't really care-
I only want to rid myself of this emptiness,
The hole in my chest filled with pity and self doubt.
Can I silence myself,
Before I damage someone else.
Can I lose myself in oceans of selfish monsters-
Can I get lost within the streets?
Can I disappear, and go far away from here?
I want to lose myself,
And everything I am,
Until I am nothing but a distant memory,
One, only thought to be forgotten.
I am my own enemy,
My own monster;
My mind is the one who laughs at me,
And whispers white lies into my ears.
Can I rid myself,
Of the thoughts within me?
Must I become nothing,
For me to feel something?
~Aliena
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