most times,
I’m without words
without emotions
mute and frozen
reoccuring spurts of sadness
strikes me
and my heart becomes burden and heave
see, no one is more disappointed in me than me
I know that
no one hates me more than I hate myself
I show that
still, somehow
it’s a sick satisfaction I relish when my worse enemy glares back at me everyday
May 4, 2022
May 4, 2022 at 12:01 AM UTC
most times,
I’m without words
without emotions
mute and frozen
reoccuring spurts of sadness
strikes me
and my heart becomes burden and heave
see, no one is more disappointed in me than me
I know that
no one hates me more than I hate myself
I show that
still, somehow
it’s a sick satisfaction I relish when my worse enemy glares back at me everyday
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