I hate myself But all my demons are my own
Any fucker who says it’s artistic and temperament of artist can fuck right off Mentally illness sucks
I’m tired and I’ll forget but damn. Shit is fuckedup
I'm not a monster I am a monster
Me I’ll overthink myself into 500 years of doubt and self murder
all the beauty I’m not and the intimacy I’m not having It’s a full time job
just want something to soften the edges of my distress
Weird is better than all them other fuckrrs who aren't you
nothing happened though i have to recover like something did
Poking wounds with rusty spoons
Everything is best Because you Because me
I give too many fucks I’m a careless fuck giver A promiscuous worrier
nothing happened though i have to recover like something did
So sweet yes Honeycomb bones
nothing happened though i have to recover like something did
A day of thinking of being touched and not wanting to be touched Saturday A day
Sweating is far too polyester abhorrent Lightly perspiring Awaiting correspondence
My corner shop only sells cancer and concrete
Poking wounds with rusty spoons
So sweet yes Honeycomb bones
all the beauty I’m not and the intimacy I’m not having It’s a full time job
My corner shop only sells cancer and concrete
To own desired objects
Any fucker who says it’s artistic and temperament of artist can fuck right off Mentally illness sucks