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Stare at my hands until they dissolve, Like lines of code or CRT static, Nauseated at the thought of you. You break my heart to feel something. God, Find me in Hell, Dive in and find my soul, Yet, I know, Nobody can save me. Except for me. You're not real, I can't look in your eyes, Your lips felt numb against mine, It's you, not me. And the cycle will repeat. God, I'm comfortable here, Don't care to be found, Yet, I know, Nobody can save me. Except for me. The sky turned a specific shade of pink, Just the other day. I stared out my west-facing window, Wondering if I'd ever get to see the sunset, Without this static clouding my vision, Or the feeling that death just might suit me. And you texted me. Something sweet, Something soft. Did you mean it? Did you lie? Or did something break in you? Before I even realized. God, Is this what my life will be? An endless repeat of the same mantra, Smoking something to feel nothing, Falling in love with falling, Eating my feelings until I puke, Harsh is the carpet beneath my feet. I know. Oh, I know. I know your fear. You played with me. Offered your hand, Only to swiftly withdraw, Fearful of love. I know your fear.
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Dec 14, 2025
Dec 14, 2025 at 11:42 PM UTC
Discard Me.
Stare at my hands until they dissolve, Like lines of code or CRT static, Nauseated at the thought of you. You break my heart to feel something. God, Find me in Hell, Dive in and find my soul, Yet, I know, Nobody can save me. Except for me. You're not real, I can't look in your eyes, Your lips felt numb against mine, It's you, not me. And the cycle will repeat. God, I'm comfortable here, Don't care to be found, Yet, I know, Nobody can save me. Except for me. The sky turned a specific shade of pink, Just the other day. I stared out my west-facing window, Wondering if I'd ever get to see the sunset, Without this static clouding my vision, Or the feeling that death just might suit me. And you texted me. Something sweet, Something soft. Did you mean it? Did you lie? Or did something break in you? Before I even realized. God, Is this what my life will be? An endless repeat of the same mantra, Smoking something to feel nothing, Falling in love with falling, Eating my feelings until I puke, Harsh is the carpet beneath my feet. I know. Oh, I know. I know your fear. You played with me. Offered your hand, Only to swiftly withdraw, Fearful of love. I know your fear.
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Skyler_M
24/M/Idaho
Dec 14, 2025
Dec 14, 2025 at 11:42 PM UTC
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