May 2013
When I see myself in a mirror
I want to carve knives into my body
When I hear my miserable voice
I want to rip out my vocal cords
And when I think about myself
I wish I was never born.
I want to carve knives into my body
When I hear my miserable voice
I want to rip out my vocal cords
And when I think about myself
I wish I was never born.
To a certain someone (not the poem, the following message): If you start spamming me about this poem, you're just fueling the reasons why I write such miserable poetry. So be nice or back off.
anyways, I guess this is what true self-hate looks like :/ (I never act on any of these, don't worry xD)
anyways, I guess this is what true self-hate looks like :/ (I never act on any of these, don't worry xD)
(Stokesdale, North Carolin)
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