i feel dead inside again and i'm struggling not to end it all.
i hate that i can't stop it and i hate that i can't explain how bad it feels,
but i'm scared, again.
i'm so numb i don't know what's called crying anymore
and i'm so scared of losing all of you at once but
i'm most afraid of losing myself
and i already have lost myself in the dark
sometimes it feels so good and i feel so happy at once but now i'm swinging back down to where i originally was,
and it isn't fucking good.
every time i look at myself i wonder why am i still here,
i look at my tattooed scars and long to tear them up once again until my wrists are nothing but battered wings and sanguolent battlefields.
-lyrix
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