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I don't sit well with happy uncomfortable like a scab needing picked or the way I can't say I love you it gnaws at my stomach painfully it ***** with my mind relentlessly and leaves me feeling sick I seek out pain like a ****** one hit was too much a thousand not enough pawning my soul piece by piece burning my body when there's nothing left begging to battered bruised and ever searching for a stronger dose I can't sleep unless I'm hurting or strung out stupid or drunk or ******* up my future trapped inside my head I can't help but pick at sutures just to keep on bleeding every good emotion I thought I ever had my heart it keeps on beat beat beating tattered torn and full of holes despite my best efforts to fail and fall my hands they won't stop shaking until I'm all run down and barely breathing just staring at the cracked flaking wall eating myself alive one memory at a time self cannibalizing every comforting thought burning mental bridges and savoring the smell I can't stop thinking about death but that would only stop these feelings clutching at my broken mind wishing it were broken glass
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Dec 28, 2013
Dec 28, 2013 at 12:14 AM UTC
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I don't sit well with happy uncomfortable like a scab needing picked or the way I can't say I love you it gnaws at my stomach painfully it ***** with my mind relentlessly and leaves me feeling sick I seek out pain like a ****** one hit was too much a thousand not enough pawning my soul piece by piece burning my body when there's nothing left begging to battered bruised and ever searching for a stronger dose I can't sleep unless I'm hurting or strung out stupid or drunk or ******* up my future trapped inside my head I can't help but pick at sutures just to keep on bleeding every good emotion I thought I ever had my heart it keeps on beat beat beating tattered torn and full of holes despite my best efforts to fail and fall my hands they won't stop shaking until I'm all run down and barely breathing just staring at the cracked flaking wall eating myself alive one memory at a time self cannibalizing every comforting thought burning mental bridges and savoring the smell I can't stop thinking about death but that would only stop these feelings clutching at my broken mind wishing it were broken glass
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ben-2
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Dec 28, 2013
Dec 28, 2013 at 12:14 AM UTC
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