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[myfaceyourfistx]

i write when im unhappy. and right now im unhappy. what i write doesnt make sense. well at least not to you.

striving off pain
and bodily damage
self inflicted
self destruction
in direct corrilation
of a lack of reason to live
the light at the end of the tunnel
has just been extinguished
darkness surrounds
theres no going back
unmotivation
unhappiness
complete devistation
torn apart
torn to pieces
lifeless
yet still alive
the heart still beating
the lungs still inflating
still deflating
breath in
breath out
but embrace
the sharp sting
that accompanies
each new breath you take in
that shoots from your heart
in every which direction
from your head
to your toes
you wince in pain
till you realize
its still there
it will always be there
so you learn to embrace it
and stand tall
this is life
in its lowest of lows
this is what you've become
the lowest of lows
the scum of all scum
the thought that makes us all shutter
this is what you have become
now stand tall
and tell me
is it worth it?
why are u dying to survive?
when ur just surviving to die.
now tell me
is this really worth it?