June 21 2025 My thoughts are a distorted painting, Far gone from reality, I sit and stare into nothing, When is death coming?
Your weapon leaves scars I cannot cover up, My heart torn to pieces, My trusts fucked up, The chemicals left me empty, A shell of the man I used to be, I can’t even believe the truth you see, You abandoned me, left me hopeless and alone, those words you left with still pierce my fucking bones, how could you? And why should you keep lecturing me on how I need to change once more, when you’re just who I thought you were?
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