| Do you remember when you said you didn't know if you could move away to a college because you didn't know if you could deal with being that far away from me?
That's where I am now.
I have no fucking clue on how to deal with this. |
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| Every day that this continues
I feel my demons growing stronger
Pulling me down as they stay on my back
Preying on me, weighing on my
Conscience and my soul
This battle wasn't made for me
It wasn't made for them
How do they keep winning?
How do they keep winning?
I begin to feel my outlooks change
Listen to the little things they say
While they whisper in my ear
'What could be so hard about it'
For you, this should be clear
A little cut to feel the blood:
No one will know,
No one will care--
What difference is self injury to this world?
If they don't care about your wounds,
Then would they care if it killed you?
Go ahead and try, lest you are left
To relish in your insignificance.
And I feel myself beginning to resent
His tender touch; what is a drop of love
In this pathetic ocean of self loathing?
You are better off forgotten, or not missed.
You are better off forgotten.
Help them.
Help them forget you.
Disappear from their lives forever,
You insignificant, pathetic little child.
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| some days, life doesn't seem like much more than a terminal illness. |
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| the past is a dust storm
tiny specs amass
to blow us into pieces.
pounded with
the pain of separation
the joy of recovery
and everything inbetween.
cover your eyes, cover your hearts
to save yourself from the sting.
we are all the massichists.
we are destroying us.
because we are the only ones who know exactly how to break ourselves.
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