[ TW | death ]
Healing and hurting
two sisters in crime
the one does destroy
the other does it right
sometimes I wish
showering wouldn't hurt
and the thought about sleeping
would not sound so worst
I try not to cry
but I couldn't resist
the thought about dying
still exist
I hate that I've lied
I hate that I live
Nobody needs me,
so can't I just left?
the thoughts are too loud
the voices not quite
it's fucking my brain
and I don't know how to escape
wanna make them quite
Never let them speak again
just like me,
we could be the same
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only the brave | poems
Poetry« it's a church of burnt romances and I'm too far gone to pray. It's a solo song and it's only for the brave » some poems I had in mind, some are personal, some just fictional. I just let my hands write whatever floads in my mind. TW // mostly depre...
