happiness doesn't come often

empty

this is the part where I feel sad

more and more

better than nothing

better than feeling numb

better than waiting for satisfaction

now I don't how to stop it

more and more

theres a part of me
that hates my body
that wants to tear me apart
eat at my heart
and never let me breathe

If you keep it inside
for more than 30 years
it comes out in strange love poems

I hope it didn’t/doesn’t
Completely freak you out
But now these truths: you know ‘em