Self-DestructA Poem by Little Miss Obvious
A cut to hush my demons
A shot to numb the pain A burn to punish my actions Oh dear, I think i'm insane Pills for all my memories Your remembrance within my veins Why am I my own enemy? Is this my only sane? Years in my own Hell From what of this do I gain? My heart finally gives in I''m done with your sick little game
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