Pain pain go away
come back never.
Why is it like this?
Life isn’t fair.
It’s filled with shit
and ends in despair.
I can’t accept it.
What’s more to lose
But to wash my sorrow and thoughts with drugs and booze.
I hurt myself til I am cut up and bruised.
Sometimes I feel like I should just go out with a noose.
The pain inside has set a fire.
My coping is anger,
I’m not much of a crier.
Is happiness truly an unrealistic desire?
Something I possibly couldn’t soothe.
I gotta find relief with self abuse.
That’s why I choose to use.
I’m hurt, and I am fucking mad.
Shit, I didn’t think it would hurt this bad.
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