i fucking hate you
he aimed a gun right at my head
but i would have married you
he was fucking braindead
youre fully aware of the pain
he had a tumor in his brain
but youre both the fucking same
you both played me like a game
i wish he pulled the trigger
wouldn’t be held prisoner
im my own executioner
my mental monsters whisper:
they tell me to look in the mirror
and then say “we should kill her”
my sanities for lunch and dinner
finally feeling like a sinner
my monsters grow
while i just get thinner
i feel them getting stronger
while i keep getting weaker
you knew the story
his scars he left on me
but you just cut deeper
with mental clarity
he was braindead
he couldnt see the mess he made
you and i like to play chess
anf you always get the checkmate
im trapped inside my head
monsters put me to bed
im hurting from them both
but only one had stole my breath
he couldnt choose oblivion
but you chose to watch me decay
and oh what fucking fun
its my fucking birthday
two ghosts haunt me
both alive and dead
one aimed the gun; you aimed at my head.
im over it
11/13/2024
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