have you ever felt like ripping yourself open
with your own two hands
and staring at the floor
while your guts fall out
and then you move to your lungs
and tear them out
one by one
and throw them on the ground
and then you move to your heart
and you hold it in your hand
slowly squeezing
until it no longer beats
and then you smile
because it no longer hurts
while your body grows cold
and your eyes glaze over
Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 6:58 PM UTC
have you ever felt like ripping yourself open
with your own two hands
and staring at the floor
while your guts fall out
and then you move to your lungs
and tear them out
one by one
and throw them on the ground
and then you move to your heart
and you hold it in your hand
slowly squeezing
until it no longer beats
and then you smile
because it no longer hurts
while your body grows cold
and your eyes glaze over
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