Sweet Nothing
These red lines are a reminder of haw I fail.They make me want to give up.
Today all I wanted to do was bleed,
To let some of these feelings out.
It's confusing, what I want I should not need...
Yet in the bathroom
In the middle of the night
With the door closed
And the fan sounding
With a safety pin I dig
And I dig
And I cut
And I bleed
And I feel nothing
Sweet nothing
Hand on the wall I stare in awe
As I dig
As I cut
As I bleed
And I feel nothing
Sweet nothing
Oh how I long for an end...
An end to this sweet nothing
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