please
it’s one o’clock in the morning and i’m still alone in this world.
i kinda wish i was dead,
so i tally my emotions on my wrist instead.
the physical pain sorta numbs the feelings and puts the demons at ease.
yet my soul is still trapped inside screaming, “please.”
i kinda wish i was dead,
so i tally my emotions on my wrist instead.
the physical pain sorta numbs the feelings and puts the demons at ease.
yet my soul is still trapped inside screaming, “please.”
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