*guest lyrics*
Stop the bleeding, now
cram your bullet wounds full of
what will only result in
more pain
more loneliness
more nothing
feed your sadness, now
listen, obsess, indulge
to what can only bring more tears
over what can only bring more loss
in what can only bring more self-loathing
seek out your bitter punishment, now
self-flagellation and wallowing
never felt so good
masochism begets its hungry self
and you'll soon find yourself
full of more holes
bleeding out more wasted emotion
worse off than before
worse off than you can stomach
worse off than feeling something
feeling nothing.
Get outta my head. This is good stuff. Sad stuff, but it hits home. Keep writing.
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