Down a shot
Smoke a blunt
Either way
You’re still a cunt
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
Down a shot
Smoke a blunt
Either way
You’re still a cunt
Hair crunchy like straw
Brain burst with chaos
Eyes darkened shadows
Arteries slick with grease
Lips rough as sandpaper
Cheeks stained with tears
Skin cracked and weeping
Forearms heavily scarred
Liver soaked with alcohol
Heart cold as granite
I hate looking in the mirror
For I do not like what I see
I shall stop looking in the mirror
For I do not like me
(Originally Posted 05.04.2019)
Only
I
can
winOr
I
can
loseAnd
I will
do
eitherIn
whatever
way I
choose
I wish
I could
see in
myself,She
said,What you’ve
seen since
our affair
began.For that
you’d need
to love
yourself,He
said,And I
don’t
think
you can.
I got
bored of
this shit
a long
time agoThese
endless
tales of
sadness
and woeWith eyes
that burn
from the
tears that
flowI loathe
myself
more than
you’ll
ever know