trauma
death
fear
stress
sickness
pacify me
my head is pounding
the tears won't escape
my body aches
pacify me
it looks so peaceful
it looks cute
it looks cozy
it hurts
it's scary
it makes me lonely
i'm too strange
these habits
they eat away at me
it can't even be called a habit
or a lifestyle
or anything
it's a coping mechanism
pacify me
pacify me
pacify me
it's good for me
but god it's so fucking scary
i need someone here to keep me safe
find help for me
help me
help me
i'm not your baby
i'm not your baby
i'm not your baby
i'm not your baby
i'm not your baby
pacify me
hold me close and tell me you love me
be kind and gentle
i can't take it
they're lying to me
i know they are
nobody would be nice to me
i don't deserve it
i'm not your baby
pacify me
i'm dripping milk and honey
i'm sipping a drug cocktail
i'm pacifying
people think i'm strange
i'm sorry
i can't help it
it's not my fault
it's my fault
yes it is
it's my fault
it's my fault
i did this to myself
i'm not your baby
pacify me
please someone cleanse my mind
i look so pure right now
but these thoughts are far from pure
impure
impure
impure
i did this to myself
i'm not your baby
pacify me
i'm so sorry
i'm dirty
disgusting
scarred
i'm impure
please cleanse me
pacify me
and tell me you love me
even if i don't believe you
who is "you"
i do not know
anyone who is willing
to be mine
i want to belong
i want to be someone's property
i want to be free
what do i want
i'm sorry
pacify me
please
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everything changes (but we all stay the same)
Poetryif my life could be replayed, if i could share my struggles over the course of time, if i could create such a thing, an endless recording of my life; it would be over hours and hours of overthinking. - (trigger warning for frequent, graphic descr...
