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Jan 2016
If what you think you're doing
is helping me,
I'm not going to tell you
that it's not.
For you don't need to know
the pain of worthlessness
that you are making me feel
For you will not understand.
Instead of you
unknowingly destroying me,
I will subconsciously
destroy myself.

Your evenings are now my mornings
Your garbage are now my things
Your suns are now my rains
Your pleasures are now my pains
Your naughts are now my kinks
Your poisons are now my drinks
Your heights are now my shrinks
Your breaks are now my links

Everything that I'll do to myself
Will be my own responsibility.
Every kind of pain I'll inflict to myself:
Physical
Mental
Emotional
will not be your fault.
For this destruction was because of me.
For I have destroyed myself.
First two italicized lines are based from Set It Off's "Miss Mysterious". It got stuck in my head and inspired me to write this thing.
Brent
Written by
Brent  22/M/MNL, PH
(22/M/MNL, PH)   
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