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 Sep 2020
Cydney Something
Boys and men
Love and lust
Pain and
SUFFERING
So much
SUFFERING
But it feels so good
Mmmmm...
 Sep 2020
Cydney Something
the world isn't designed for all of us, but hopefully we can find a way to exist in it
 Sep 2020
Cydney Something
how i wish someone would burst in and save me from my total lack of motivation to operate in this sphere
 Sep 2020
Cydney Something
Love
And pain
And pain
And pain

Over
And over
And over
And over

No one
Ever
Means
To hurt me

So don't worry.
You're fine.
I'm fine.
It's fine.

It's fine
It's fine
It's fine
And I'm fine.
I'm not fine
 May 2020
Cydney Something
Who knows
If
I'll be able to
Work
Tomorrow

All I know is

The world constantly disappoints me
And liquor
Only
Seldom
Does
 Apr 2020
Cydney Something
Nowhere feels like home
When your heart won't settle
Won't beat
Won't swell or even thaw
So
I
Guess
I'm
Homeless
 Apr 2020
Cydney Something
They call her Sue
For short
The life
She cuts
 Apr 2020
Cydney Something
When the job
And the money
And the boy
Aren't
 Mar 2020
Cydney Something
Your home,
My insides,
Both of our lives...

Give me the chance
I'll wreck
Everything.
 Mar 2020
Cydney Something
Despite his incessant
******* and moaning,

he wanted to.
because this life is pain and pain and beautiful pain and you *** and you go and you stay the night in the bed of some beautiful creature that couldn't possibly be the same ***** ragged species as you and you think OH MY GOD I DON'T BELONG IN THIS PLACE and you try to convince yourself that it would be easier to leave because everything is wretched and everyone is wretched and most of all you are wretched but you stay because the mother isn't finished scolding you yet and because death is still afraid of you and there are still deep and aching pains to feel and because of those deep and aching pains there are bright and powerful joys to feel but they will not stay and so we will throw tantrums until our lives are **** and we try to leave again but the mother isn't finished scolding us yet and death is still afraid of us
 Mar 2020
Cydney Something
If
I'd
Had
The
Guts
When
I
Was
Thirteen,

I
Would
Have
Been
Relieved
Of­
Fifteen
Years
Of
*******
#suicide
 Feb 2020
Cydney Something
She smiles sweetly
Her nametag reads
SOLITUDE
And she follows you
Through crowds
Whispering in your ear
Quietly
Yet drowning it all out
"I am with you"
She smells so sweet
As she gently places fingers
Around your shoulders
And you stiffen
"Relaaaax"
You relaaaax
Where did everyone go?
Her fingers tighten, tighten,
Massaging away the crowd
"I am with you"
She turns your shoulders
You walk towards a blackness
Blindingly bright blackness
That burns the eyes
"Here"
She is hissing
Fingers around your shoulders
Digging in and biting down
Fingernails slowly sinking
In and down and in and down
"I am everything"
The blackness deepens
The blackness thickens
The blackness burns
"You are nothing"
Something presses to your back
A ****
A hard, sharp, thin ****
Pressing to your spine
Harder, harder
Growing against and into you
Slowly piercing, ever growing
You cry out
"I will ******* to DEATH!"
Her **** gores your spine
Searing and scrambling
Your guts and lungs
"YOU ARE NOTHING"
The bloodied, pointed head
Emerges from a burning hole
Up through your chest
Pointed to the blacked-out sun
This is the end
The end
THE END
 Feb 2020
Cydney Something
We all just want
So badly
To be SEEN
And HEARD
And ACKNOWLEDGED
That we forget
To SEE
And HEAR
And ACKNOWLEDGE
Each other
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