I Hate My Outerself

It was great for awhile nothing good every lasts, the damage is done, but how does this help anyone, too good to fade away, I just hate to breath, I hate my soul so much, and I just cant change, im on my own in a sea of darkness, cant call out for help, the demonds in my head see this girl, shes a fake a phony, I cant...be saved I ease myself with razor blades, I dont know if this is revenge or some last cry.

by alicia wattss

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