Broken
stop telling me its going to
be alright, the monster is there
in my mind. I rock back and
forth in a lazy boy wishing
it could end me. im broken,
no good, hollowed out, i
split my skin just to see
could i really be me?
Am I hot puss filled to the brim
of self loathing? time to end it
my battered body holds no
more heart and soul.
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