Self isolation will be my death.
here’s to hoping
when I do retreat
it’s physically painful
our words are strained
and boring
and when I let my guard down
my anger lashes out
tears. not all mine.
maybe I can hide this out.
but nope.
another desperate plea
to stop. just please Stop.
can’t we get it through to you?
I can’t say it enough
stop hurting us
Nov 10, 2025
Nov 10, 2025 at 10:11 PM UTC
Self isolation will be my death.
here’s to hoping
when I do retreat
it’s physically painful
our words are strained
and boring
and when I let my guard down
my anger lashes out
tears. not all mine.
maybe I can hide this out.
but nope.
another desperate plea
to stop. just please Stop.
can’t we get it through to you?
I can’t say it enough
stop hurting us
well well well I kinda **** and maybe I’m not the victim
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