Disappointment
Not sure who I am anymore,
am I something worth caring for?
People say I'm special.
Except I think I'm not.
burn me to the core,
because this soul of mine is sore.
Push me down and hit me,
as I lay and wait on the floor.
Pain and blood excite me.
Mum's lil angel torn at the seams.
Not sure who I am anymore,
knowing who I once was.
Remember that time when I was first born?
Look how innocent I was,
look at me with adoration, please just once more?
Instead I feel your hate,
wishing for my death.
If only you were that blessed.
Not sure who I am anymore,
but this is what I know.
People stare at me with disgust and hate,
because im not afraid to show..
the sick and twisted side of me that others have, you know.
Where pain and gore twist peoples stomach,
I shiver with want and desire.
Behead me! Be hold me!
Twist my arm, break my neck..
plz just want me...
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