I usually cut when I’ve lost it and can’t take it anymore

A hug is just a slap to the face that doesn’t hurt

I can’t give myself a hug or slap my own face no shock factor

But I don’t want to feel anymore this awful drowning sorrow I need to get out how can I get out if I could just shock myself

So is it a fork in the wall or a knife to my arm

Morbid fascinations a railroad was drawn

And WHY came back because I don’t remember why it made sense at the time but it’s there

As punishment for crying

Because I wouldn’t ever give myself a hug

And a slap from myself

Doesn’t hurt enough

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