sickcunt

This is something ill live to regret You were the one that called me a crowd pleaser Im not talking about the scars forming on my legs from the constant picking of my burns This is salt on a wound thats been festering for moons Always been one to pull at loose strings Lets watch this unravel Praise me for how good I am at stitching it back up I can hide the tears and tears Lets hope the show is worth the admission

Winter is good for hiding things Like the blues the burn marks on your legs Hats to cover bumps from beating your head off of everything Try harder Maybe knock some sense into yourself

This is the experience where you once thought you had admirable qualities and a speck of desire Just to find out youre disgusting and unlovable Choose settling for less or reaching for too much Regardless you will be left disappointed in the darkness of your own mind Wondering why bother Why subject anyone to this Why couldnt just be someone else Someone worthy of love Or atleast better than what you are now..

Its one of those days where any progress you made seems futile and you sit and try to figure out why you cant just be less of the way you are Why your self destructiveness reigns supreme and how that is the only thing that makes you a queen of anything I used to be the bearer of the bad now i am burning down all that is good and kind around me

I cant remember the sound of your voice but still I wonder if I cross your mind.