I AM SO GOD DANG OBSESSED WITH POEMS ABOUT SELF DESTRUCTION AND MAYBE THAT'S BECAUSE I AM ONE AND EVEN THOUGH I MIGHT NOT HAVE A PIECE OF BROKEN GLASS IN MY HAND DON'T THINK IT'S NOT IN MY HEAD AND YEAH THE SCARS ON MY HIP ARE FADED BUT DO YOU HONESTLY THINK THAT WAS ALL THAT WAS WRONG WITH ME BECAUSE IF YOU DO THINK AGAIN
I DON'T TAKE CARE OF MYSELF HALF AS WELL AS I SHOULD BECAUSE DEPRESSION FEELS LIKE HOME AND WHEN I WAS AT MY WORST FOUR WALLS WERE MY BEST FRIEND ANYWAY AND I JUST WANT THAT BACK SO DESPERATELY I SWEAR TO GOD I'D DO ANYTHING TO FALL BACK DOWN THAT HOLE AGAIN
IF IT'S ALL SELF-DESTRUCTION DO I STILL GET TO FALL APART WHEN THINGS CRUMBLE? DO I STILL GET TO SHAKE WHEN I HAVEN'T EATEN BECAUSE I WAS TOO BUSY DOING MY HAIR BECAUSE I'D RATHER FEEL PRETTY THAN HAVE BREAKFAST? DO I STILL GET TO CRY WHEN PEOPLE LEAVE IF I'VE BEEN EXPECTING IT THE WHOLE TIME?
DO I STILL GET TO SHATTER WHEN I'M THE ONE WITH THE SLEDGEHAMMER?
//SELF DESTRUCTION//
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this is everything i didn't say
Poetryand then there was one //if you know me, please ask before reading this, it's very personal
