Bound by pain.
Bound by fear.
I found a new destruction.
Despite everything.
Destruction,
a hindrance to my unworthy soul.
But it's my fault, mine alone.
I put you in pain,
I put myself in pain.
Grabbed that lighter,
and heated that paperclip.
Placed it to my skin,
burned myself.
It started the new destruction,
and the painful path.
This time I hope to cut short,
the path of my destruction.
I was hurt,
I was suicidal.
Took the hot metal to my flesh,
as I wanted to die.
Felt I needed the pain,
hate myself.
And no I don't regret,
it just shows I've lived.
But now,
I don't really feel like I'm living.
Sure I'm alive, breathing, functioning kind of,
but I'm not living.
There's something wrong but I can't quite place what,
something, something, something.
I think think think,
but can't quite figure out.
And yeah I'm tired,
mentally, physically.
I'm tired of the constant battle with myself,
but I will be okay.
Or will I?
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Nalobuteoui Jayu: 나로부터의 자유
Poesía나로부터의 자유 - Freedom from me I chose to name this book using Romanized Korean and Hanguk because Korean media gave me the courage to release my works and to continue writing. I also chose to title it Freedom from me over Freedom from myself because I...
