Everyday I fight the urge to burn myself
Because I know it works
I know it helps

What's the point
Of all of this?
In the end
Will it even matter?
I doubt it..

Lately
I’ve been scared of what’s intimate

A little paranoid
Noticing love never seems to be infinite

I’m dodging questions
This guilt can’t answer ****

And I’m binging
Meanwhile, I’m saying I should quit

Never again
Will I taste innocence

I don't want to sit in my own self-loathing
But I don't want to leave it either..

I don't want to be alone and on my own
But I don't want to mess up either..

..Sigh..

“I guess words are a
*******

they can be
great

or they can
degrade

or even worse

they can teach
hate”

-Marshall Mathers III

And it just seems like lately
I’ve been drowning
My mind is gone,
I’m history

.......

Bury me
In misery