I am not a selfish person, see I desire to be happy I desire you to be with me I desire for him to see Who I am, as a being Who I'll be, as a human Who I want to be, as a person These wants, these needs They are as they'll be
My breath It bursts from under my breast Bursting from my chest like A train wreck A heart break So much pain with every break neck ache This ache that causes me to breathe so raggedly Painfully Achingly dead in my ***** I don't know how to breathe
Tears crawl down my face Mascara follows along Soon creeps my eyeshadow And then my eyeliner They stain my poor white pillows The ones I use for sleep But these tears cannot be stopped So I let them creep down my face
Little crimson colours Coat my little wrist Orange red and yellow The brush kisses my skin I'm not allowed to hurt myself Because of my mental health So instead I colour my scarred up wrist With paints and colours from eyeshadow kits
Everything is getting blurry Dunno who I'm sposed to be Rapid switching Breathe hitching Heart pitching Into the dark The dark that clouds my eyes ~Daemon and Hunter
Blurry is the term used when two alters co fronting or co conscious can't differentiate between who is who,