TOO MUCH PAIN TO HANDLE

CVLD BLVVDED

My arms are bloodied up to my elbows, I have itchy scars, they rapidly turn yellow, Can't get out of the dark from my comfort zone, I can't bring myself now, I have mood swings, I began to be on the side of demons more often, and because of this my angel became jealous, I feel at the bottom even when I'm high, Maybe 'cause sadness and pain are the foundation of my life? I can't find a problem, CAN'T EVEN BE HONEST WITH MYSELF, My whole mind's distorted, Sudden mood swings are DETRIMENTAL TO MY HEALTH When I am nervous, unable to contain the pain, I LAUGH, My bloody tears are gradually FILLING THE BATH I CAN'T FIND MY WAY, I keep wobbling FROM SIDE TO SIDE, I've a groundhog every day, I STILL WONDER IF IT'S TIME TO DIE, I've lost so much soulmates, I DIDN'T EVEN HAVE TIME TO SAY GOODBYE, I'm a ghost now, the one who's fallen, I'VE NO REASON ANYMORE TO EVEN STAY ALIVE... UHH, I CAN'T FIND MY WAY, I keep wobbling FROM SIDE TO SIDE, I've a groundhog every day, I STILL WONDER IF IT'S TIME TO DIE, I've lost so much soulmates, I DIDN'T EVEN HAVE TIME TO SAY GOODBYE, I'm a ghost now, the one who's fallen, I'VE NO REASON ANYMORE TO EVEN STAY ALIVE...

2021-06-26 04:51:32

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