"Art book" 2

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I don't understand anymore.

I knew didn't I?
I knew it.
I knew that you never will.. Do what I want you to.

And yet, I'm still hurt.
I'm still hurt it wasn't me.

I'm so hurt.

I-... I wanted to cry so bad.
Looking at you made me want to cry so bad.

I didn't want to see you today.
I didn't want to talk to you.

I was happy you weren't here.
But you were still on my mind,
You were still on my mind as much as before.

But I didn't like it that you we're there.

I remember feeling you stab a knife to my heart
I didn't die.
And I cried, laying down on the pool of my own blood.

I cried as I felt you stab me even more.

It hurt.
It was torture.

My mind came as dark as it ever could.
The storm was stronger.
The voices were louder.

It's normal.
It's normal for this to happen.
It's normal for these thoughts to come.

I enjoyed the time you made it better.
I thought it would stay forever.
I guess I should've braced for me to fall again.
I should've braced for me to fall again after I tried to climb my way up this cliff I threw myself from.
I knew this happiness wouldn't last.
It never did.

But it's normal.
It always happens.

It's normal for me to be like this.

After all,
I've survived two years with the Devil whispering into my ear.