Don’t let poets lie to you

These feelings so foreign

So unethical

Looking at the mirror

Dead as a doornail

Looking stiff as a gun

My pockets are burning

So I’ll grab my gun

Love is a experiment

Sometimes it will make me run up the hill to be home with you

Sometimes it can mess your brain up

Solipsism

Is everyone born to hurt me?

Another new born

Another new mourn

To me

Stab

Stab

Stab

To me

Do you enjoy seeing me in pain, god?

Why me?

Hate is my best friend

Pain is a lover of mine

Go to the river

Waves washed down to my spine

Water getting deeper

Brain is getting shallow

A couple more steps to my true ending

Who knew a..

Something so pure

Could turn so macabre

I’m hurting

But I’m slowly getting better