I have become insecure by the constant thoughts of being inferior
So much that I just want to crawl and die silently
No remorse, another lost voice is found
My broken nails, bloodied, splintered
Are clawing at my chest to rip out my own insane heart
My eyes, red overflowing with blood, seethe with madness and hatred
The knife I used to scrape all the filth is being sharpened and pierces my chest
So much, so much
Do you realise it
You won't understand this dark pain
You don't understand me anymore
You won't wait for me anymore
You won't, you don't want to, it's so painful
I want to hate and curse my own existance
Why do I even being born to fall into this chasm of chaos
Insanity I embraced now, consumes everything
Into the cradle of desire, the blood-red roses' bed
I have become insecure by the constant thoughts of being inferior
So much that my senses dimmed and I gradually crumble
So much, so much
The guilt of being here to coexist is unbearable
The grotesque of human emotions are just too much and I succumb to my own shattered mind
So much
The blades of red petal dance to my whimsical growls
So much
The pain I want to scrape with the knife beside me
So much
I have been reduced to nothingness
A beautiful sigh
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ani bru lawa jemo xD (y)
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