The pain the envelopes my soul just keeps coming and coming
Destroying me
Raping me
and yet loving me
Why does pain
blood
demons
and anguish love me so much
why
what did I do that was so wrong to deserve this
My whole life I have been ridiculed
laughed at
hated
made fun of
but they still want me around to torture me
I hate you
You hate me
Why do people make fun of the depressed ones
the dark evil unloved ones
I love hurting myself and they love seeing me in pain
when the blood flows freely from my veins onto my skin
I feel free
what do they want me to be?
if they love seeing me bleed they why do they want me to stop
why should I take these pills to get better?
they don’t work they never have never will
why should I try to get better when all my efforts will go to waste?
They make fun of me because they’re insecure
I think they hate themselves
and this world
I don’t know
You tell me
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