pirra

nothings wrong
it always was
its coming out now
all at once
and then it comes
pouring out
and nothing with sate it

everyone will choose their happiness
over your misery
fuck you
for the pain i put on myself
my hands cannot love you
they are numb and can bring no one pleasure
my head and heart
are almost gone
you wake up one day
and you don't love anyone anymore
and then you feel so empty
you don't know what to do with yourself


To quote a boy who is coming to see me: "when a limb has gangrene, cut it off, cut if off or die ".