No pity, no sympathy
I’ll throw away your tissue words
No attention in this dimension
It’s my own fault that I’m hurt
And I want you to see me
Accept and let in
But the paranoia creeps inside
Seeping in my skin
I don’t want to lose another
It all ends in hate, why even try
To trust in us
I’d rather be alone to cry
I wrote this poem at 2AM
On drugs and half awake
I wrote it to write something
To rid of myself emotions I can’t shake
And no one will care and no one will see
And no one will understand
I’ll let it fill up inside myself
Hold back as much as I can
You say I push away
I say you push too hard
Push to reveal what I can’t feel
The scraps of my desolate heart
Sink your teeth inside
Pull with all your might
Lick the bones clean of
The little left of my wasted life
There’s nothing left inside of me
You can’t cause me anymore pain
Every brutal word from your mouth
I’ve already called my own self those names
I’ll die in this cage
Choking on my empty arguments
You’ll cry over my grave
Impress others with fake sentiments
If you think this is for you, maybe it is
I don’t know anymore
It’s just my junkyard of wasted words
My final attempt to search for the cure
It’s over now, and I’m bleeding
From the invisible wounds she left behind
Myself, my own worst enemy
The only one allowed to see me cry
...Just in case anyone was wondering what I write like when I'm half awake and on pain killers :D
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