this time, taking it away, i've got a problem, with me getting in the way. not by design. so i take my face and bash it into a mirror. i won't have to see the pain. bleed, bleed.

this state is elevating, as the hurt turns into hating. anticipating, all the fucked up feelings again. the hurt inside is fading, this shit's gone way too far. all this time i've been waiting, no i can
not grieve anymore. for what's inside awaking. i'm not, i'm not a whore, you've taken everything and no i can not give anymore.

my mind is done with this, okay, i've got a question, "can i throw it all away?", take back what's mine. so i take my time, guiding the blade down the line, each cut closer to the vein, bleed bleed.

suri thought at 10:02 AM