mort.

i watched you almost die so many times.
you’ll never remember how much i cried.
but you recovered through and came back to
and decided that i wasnt good enough for you.

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projections

He finally got inside of me.
I became necrotic.
Is that what you call erotic?
Haven’t heard from him since..
Is how I’m feeling neurotic?
Decaying my mind and clinging to lies
But the problem was never me,
It was the lack of depth you had inside

..projections.

release me

People youve loved
Can become the easiest to hate;
Grazing along the dim line of the

violitile emotions between love and disgrace.
my soul burns at the mere mention of your name
Increasing passion, the growing rage I feel to extinguish your flame
But it’s almost the same
As the intensity of our rose-colored days
The thought of the likeness drives me insane.

Oh i long for the day when I can ignore your existence.
There is no better relief than indifference

look what you made me do

Forever scathingly searching for content to fill the vapid hole that is your existence.
you live by the adage that bliss is ignorance.

The devil’s in the details, you know all too well.
Just gotta keep it moving, better not dwell.

you’ve created your own personal hell.
but you’re ego only allows you to tell yourself you’re doing well.
The ship to stability has long since sailed.