Wednesday, March 20, 2019

25

It's the moments,
I so want to call out to you,
That I struggle to suppress the most.
I batter myself,
With thoughts,
Of how you don't actually want me,
That it will never be love,
That I'm only hurting myself,
That I'll be happier without you.
Self abuse is my only escape,
Slowly,
Eternally.

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