I feel sick to my stomach
As love crumbles
My own identity slipping
To self loathing and panic and hatred.
So, so broken
Shattered into to tiny pieces
That you lose in the carpet
And only find once stepped on.
There's too much finality in it all
I'm such a coward
I can't face up to it all
I can't
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 5:50 PM UTC
I feel sick to my stomach
As love crumbles
My own identity slipping
To self loathing and panic and hatred.
So, so broken
Shattered into to tiny pieces
That you lose in the carpet
And only find once stepped on.
There's too much finality in it all
I'm such a coward
I can't face up to it all
I can't
Having such a rough few days, need someone to turn to
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