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I hurt myself again today, To see if I still feel pain. The needle tears a hole, The old familiar sting , Try to **** myself again, But it's just another fail. What did you become? My sweetest friend, Everyone I love, dies and goes away In the end. you left me it all, In our empire of dirt, you killed yourself, you let me down, you made me hurt. I wear this crown of thorns, my self destruction affair, Full of broken thoughts, That I cannot repair. Beneath the stains of time, They said that The feelings would disappear, You are dead and gone, But I am still right here. If I could start again with you, A million miles away, I would keep you so safe, I would find a way, To make sure that you stayed. Why wasn't I good enough to save you from destruction? I pray for the rain, Are you up there? Do you listen? They say that if you **** yourself, You will be sent to hell, But God, were you an angel, Beautifully, brokenly, emptily impelled.
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Sep 27, 2016
Sep 27, 2016 at 10:31 AM UTC
Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.
I hurt myself again today, To see if I still feel pain. The needle tears a hole, The old familiar sting , Try to **** myself again, But it's just another fail. What did you become? My sweetest friend, Everyone I love, dies and goes away In the end. you left me it all, In our empire of dirt, you killed yourself, you let me down, you made me hurt. I wear this crown of thorns, my self destruction affair, Full of broken thoughts, That I cannot repair. Beneath the stains of time, They said that The feelings would disappear, You are dead and gone, But I am still right here. If I could start again with you, A million miles away, I would keep you so safe, I would find a way, To make sure that you stayed. Why wasn't I good enough to save you from destruction? I pray for the rain, Are you up there? Do you listen? They say that if you **** yourself, You will be sent to hell, But God, were you an angel, Beautifully, brokenly, emptily impelled.
The death of a loved one can cause you to want to die too, self destruction becomes the only reason that you live.
Eloi1997
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Sep 27, 2016
Sep 27, 2016 at 10:31 AM UTC
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