Homicidal_Maniac

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“I need to kill you
          	That's the only way to get you out of my head
          	Oh, I need to kill you
          	To silence all the sweet little things you said
          	I really want to kill you
          	Wipe you off the face of my earth
          	And bury your bracelet
          	Bury your bracelet
          	Six feet under the dirt”

Homicidal_Maniac

this message may be offensive
“I need to kill you
          That's the only way to get you out of my head
          Oh, I need to kill you
          To silence all the sweet little things you said
          I really want to kill you
          Wipe you off the face of my earth
          And bury your bracelet
          Bury your bracelet
          Six feet under the dirt”

Homicidal_Maniac

TW: talk about abuse and manipulation 
          
          I’m so done with love. I’ve been mentally abused, manipulated, and not to mention that fact that I can’t even think about the things I used to do with my ex. 
          It just makes me feel like I’m a slut. I’m discussed with my self. 
          Idk how I didn’t see it, I’ve always told myself that if anything were to happen in a relationship that I didn’t like I would end it there. But it’s not that easy. 
          I gaslit myself into believing that they loved me but in all reality, they where just using me. 
          I think about it everyday and I just hate myself for letting it go on for to long. 
          Sorry for the rant… I just needed to get that off my chest.

Homicidal_Maniac

Does your brain ever just decide ‘hey, today you are going to think that your partner doesn’t love you anymore and that they are getting bored of you”
          No just me- 

Homicidal_Maniac

@sillyshygirl23 thank you and your not alone either, I’m always here if you need to talk to anyone about anything. Ofc :]
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Homicidal_Maniac

“I have a friend I call
          When I've bored myself to tears
          And we talk until we think we might just kill ourselves
          But then we laugh until it disappears
          And last night I blacked out in my car
          And I woke up in my childhood bed
          Wishing I was someone else, feeling sorry for myself
          When I remembered someone's kid is dead”