im hurting past fucking belief
i dont know why
maybe its because I know why
you just want to hurt mei want to scream
i want to cry
i want to kick and punch
i want to dieits tempting
to fall back into old habits
and watch stress fall down as puddles
and wake up with a dull achei repeat to myself that
i am better now
but do i even want to be
or am i doing this for someone elsethe person who says they love me
is the same one who refused to listen
and i try to turn him away
but my mind says i need thisand then another one
refuses that he puts his hands on me
and says i meant nothing
says i am nothingeveryone i loved
and all who said they loved me
now says i dont mean shit
did i ever in the first placeteen romance is pointless
so is a fucking spoon
but i can still hurt you with it
just like breakups hurts nowtemptation is thrilling
is addicted to put yourself in agony
turn down those cigarettes and feel
addiction claw at your throattemptation to cut is nearly the same
turn away and feel your arms itch
and feel those muscles burn
and your eyes go blurryif i cut
i break a promise
i guilt others
i become a problem againBut damn
its so tempting
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The Night Talks • Vents
PoetryDisgusting and disturbing thoughts turned into try-hard poetry.