Me in the mirror on a daily basis
Ahh no dont kill yourself ahhh you're too sexy
One day we shall grow wings
One day we shall feel free
The thoughts that drag us down
Rip our skin
And cloud our skys
Won't be able to touch us
We will be above the clouds
In a place that no one's seen
The people who spit in our faces
Prod at our hearts
And watch us sink low
Won't be able to touch us
We will br above the clouds
In a place where no one's been
There no tears shall be shed
Except for ones of relief
And our hearts will open
We cant feel pain in the palace in the sky
Will you hold my hand as we fly?
One day we will grow wings
"Oh my fine!" Yeah please excuse me while I go did through my mother's medicine cabinet to collect pills and stick a pencil sharpener into my leg.
As if life just kept going, the world spinning, people laughed, talking, breathing –
... and you're standing in the middle of it, but motionless. Mute. Decoupled.
As if you were just a spectator of your own existence.
"everything will be alright" yeah maybe after I die
Might fuck around shoot myself in the head
Now wouldn't that be funny
My younger self would be so disappointed that we’re still here
I cant fucking do this
Like I cant handle anything
Idk what to do
I cant i just cant I csnt
life fuxking sucks man he him/ I post shit about my horrid mental health. and write potery. general tw of my blog
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