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there's something wrong with me
and i really hate it
so much

there has to be something
******* up in my brain
making me think this way
act this way
be this way
and it

d i s g u s t s

me

thoughts racing through my mind
disgusting
degrading
filthy
thoughts

telling me what to do
showing me
  h o w  
to do it

and
i
hate
it
so
much
wrote it awhile ago but was too scared to post it
im in the works of being diagnosed with ocd
I want to bleed
I'm so done hiding
**** that noble deed
They're not worth fighting

Let them see my ****** hands
***** this ****** up system,
Where no one understands
I've reached rock bottom

My raw wrist burns
No longer hid
One small cut turns
To a goodbye unbid

I want to bleed
Just let me go
I'd be so much happier
To go alone

Let them see
my ****** hands
Let them know
my ****** plans
and maybe love is much simpler than we make it out to be.
maybe it’s not found in the doing, in the pursuing, in the trying.
instead,
maybe love is found in the resting place that is presence.
maybe love is found in the silence that is a listening ear.
maybe love is found in the stillness that is humble acceptance.
maybe love is just..
as you are.
Like the last spark from dying embers
Leaving her bed of ashes
Floating up into the dark sky
A droplet of fire
Carried by the currents of wind
Into her next blazing beginning
Memories hiding in the back of my mind

Feeling at ease whenever you're by my side

In the shadows, our past seems to hide

Our realities are mixing, and our fates collide
The words feel heavier when they're standing before you
You feel your throat swell and your tongue twist
As hard liquor feeds at your cavities
Finally the courage to word your pain
But no one likes a  sober man , who swallows liquor to comfort the strain
Uncanny
Time scales
Dancing in the centre of a sandstorm
Dust filling your eyes
Words I had heard before
"I love her more than you"
Back in the abyss we go
Back in the storm...
You could have left me in the desert
Dry and alone
If i would meet a Genie
On a parched and dusty road,
Found down upon his luck
With wishes to be sold.
Well,
Just one,
If truth be told.
Rattling around the lamp
Unkempt, rusted, and old.

I would trade all my tomorrows
To take away your pain and sorrow.

So I turn out all my pockets,
Gifts of silver, lint and gold.
Promises of future earnings
Whatever I shall own.
Offers of the occult.
Blood, shadow and bone.
The sum of all my dreams,
The deed to my rugged soul.
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