That June was fatal
I was 21and drowning in daze
Numb in my cellar cradle
To a Cocteau Twins through a midday sparkling haze
Scars went down my arms and legs and broken soul
Since I walked this self-harm alley
Strolling round maniacally
Lifeless mind,numb and cold
Pills scattered like a nailbombs
Pushed me deep down to a crippled womb
Neither Heaven nor Las Vegas
But a valley of fake healers
Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 4:31 PM UTC
That June was fatal
I was 21and drowning in daze
Numb in my cellar cradle
To a Cocteau Twins through a midday sparkling haze
Scars went down my arms and legs and broken soul
Since I walked this self-harm alley
Strolling round maniacally
Lifeless mind,numb and cold
Pills scattered like a nailbombs
Pushed me deep down to a crippled womb
Neither Heaven nor Las Vegas
But a valley of fake healers
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