I can’t stop
The feeling is addicting
Blades.
They taunt me
Begging me
To tear myself apart
Thirsty for my blood
And what do I do?
I give in.
I made a deal with the devil,
Sacrificing my blood
For mere moments of peace
Where I don’t have to deal
with the thoughts
Swarming my mind,
And clouding my senses.
Will I ever be okay?
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Author:
Ajax (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 29th, 2021 16:13
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
I never want the pain as some do. I feel like I deserve it.
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