I'm just a unwanted angel.
My beautiful wings shelter my tears.

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If you were to grade me on a scale from one to ten... I would be the point at which content and disconsolate collide

Paralyzed yet spinning, rushing vibes of pleasure yet I can’t bear it any longer, I must satisfy my hunger to hurt.

Yearning to get home, itching to relieve, plotting the next painful yet ultimately satisfying scene, as if I was the director for once.

I sit in anguish, repeating to myself I’ll never think to do this, yet I find myself here again, looking down from a different angle.

I thought I had it beat.
I guess it tricked me.
Back to the good ol' days.
Full of wet eyes and fake smiles.

I look in the mirror
I see all the cuts
I have one thing to say about it
I deserve every f.u.c.k.i.n.g one.

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They say to listen to your heart. But, what happens when your heart tells you to die? Should you still listen... I do.

They say I need to go to a hospital.. I say I need a new family. If only they knew the real problem and understood what really happens. But, of course, no one really gives a damn.

&& the only good you are to this world
is being an example
of what n.o.t to be **