you hurt me and i love it
i eat that shit up
endlessly
god i love to feel pain
romancing self loathing
never allowing my self to experience anything beautiful, and wholesome
because bad people don't deserve good things
they deserve to rot surrounded by painful
reminders of their charter
to which has been not defined by their mistakes but subjected to them at birth
cursed to an illness that steals away a laugh, a smile
the girl with the big smile and bright blonde pigtails never really knew happiness 17 years later she'll still never understand
i look at myself through a snow globe wishing and knowing that things could be better but unable to escape the cruelties of my mind
imprisoned from day one although what crimes can a fetus commit from the cell of a womb, i never did anything wrong and here i am confined
