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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