Relapse, sweaty hands and broken cycles
starving for affection,
starving to be noticed.
I wanted there to be something there,
but all thats left is my own
emptiness.
[all I hear is the echo...]
Nothing can end this pain,
not even going back to him,
not even dealing with his anger,
in the most violating way.
Nothing can stop this pain I'm feeling,
and nothing can quiet these thoughts.
[Except the blade?]
Two more failed attempts at companionship,
two more destructive relationships,
and yet I remain broken,
[Shattered]
nothing to stop the hollow part of me.
Nothing to end this echo...
After all, you've come into my mind,
and I doubt it makes much sense.
You can see how much I struggle,
and yet you can't see the darkness that
thrives within my hollow soul.
Nothing can stop the pain,
not even the blade...
so what is there left??
Welcome to my own
insanitarium.
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The end.
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.... we all have our own insanitarium but some is so much more than others. there are things that can be simply fixed, and others that are so complicated. everyone has their own way of fixing things and the times when there seems to be no fix is the only time in which we must continue on without a second thought. when we stop and think of ways to fix our simple or even complicated problems we most times find a way and move on. but in some cases we know not of a fix and just must go on mindlessly, not really being able to move on but one day we have the luxery of realizing we either have already fixed it or know the way to fix it. I hope you one day get that. i wish you the best in life. you definately deserve it
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