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1.5.18

by KeeKee

They say that I’m better off dead And that my mother should’ve swallowed They say that I’m nothing but a piece of shit And that’s where I’ll remain They say plenty of things But none of those things are nice I’m their bestfriend But it never feels like it Especially when they hand the blade to me And help me slice my wrists Or when they make it too loud in my head And I feel like I’m going to explode Especially when they tell me To find a rope They are my bestfriend And I hate that I can’t get rid of the monsters in my head They know me so well Too well So well that I can’t escape them Clutching onto me with their claws Sinking their sharp teeth into my soul And holding me hostage Because they can’t take being alone either And maybe it’s why sometimes I stay Because I know they’ll never leave And although they’re terrible They haven’t left me behind Like some other bestfriends
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Jan 5, 2018
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