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you broke my heart
it’s time to take yours
don’t you know how easy it is to play, to fall
yet it’s so hard to go back and move on
you fooled around recklessly
now you have to pay the price
the tattoos that mark your skin will all be mine
i’ll take them from you one piece at a time
leave you raw. swollen
no one will have you now
your only hope is me
and i will make you mine
you can no longer escape from my grasps
i’ll take you down
you can have it this way
or you can just say yes
be mine freely and voluntarily
you choose
dont make me wait
or i’ll make the first move
stop playing and fooling around
you will always be mine
you cannot run nor hide nor die away from me
you are mine
and i will take you
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too many breakdowns
and emotional dramas
it’s all bringing me down
i cant keep up anymore
im all over the place
buried deep beneath the ground
i suffocate to my death
help me come back up
i can barely see the light
dying in this emotional pool of darkness
i have been waiting for a long time
guess i was always like this
not much hope
or strength to feel
or to even want to live
i keep pushing and moving forward
only to arrive at the same place i started at
one, too many years
i keep holding on
barely keeping my grip
wanting to move on
wish there was this place
where i can just hide
under the stars
barely moving
i wanted to stop
i tried so hard never to give up
but this pain i feel inside
grows stronger each day
i cant cope up
i wanted out
i want it now
dont stop
just stop
die
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I self destruct when I’m caught
When I’m being owned
With your selfishness
I’ll self destruct
With every romantic relationship there is
I’ll bring him with me
I’ll bring him down
To self destruction
To confusion
To loss
Having romantic relationships with me
Is never beneficial
Is never boring
You’ll face thunder storms everyday
It’ll tire you down
You can’t get up
You won’t even stop
You’ll want out
But you can’t
I’ll never let go
I’ll suffocate you with your own love
The love you used to kill me
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i dont like being alone
and i hate insects
im always scared
wishing for death
i dont like being me
such deadly pessimism i have
it tears me apart
like threading on a thin line
between life and death
and i hate expectations
i care too much thus being too paranoid
can you diagnose what i have?
what illness i possess?
always wanting something more
never really striving for it
always giving up far too easily
a hopeless named hope
a big void in the society
a dull machinery
tick. tock. tick. tock.
time waits for no one
not even for itself
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do you hate me that much?
if you hate me then why dont you just kill me?
you dont want to kill me.
you want me to suffer
until i can no longer endure the pain
until i myself take my own life
that’s what you want right?
you dont want to dirty up your hands
with my own filthy blood
you want me to do it myself
dont worry. dont wait
here i come
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