It’s misery, it’s poetry, it’s blasphemy

I feel so ugly

 I don’t think you understand.

Wish I was more of a woman

Or maybe that you were less of a man.

 

I wish I could say “Nobody will ever love you like I can”

I wish I could believe in madness all the time

So when other people cut their knives in my back

I could still breathe just fine

 

I jumped from a bridge once and broke every bone in my damn body

It still didn’t hurt as much as all the words you left unsaid

Do you not understand you have to finish this

My wounds are open and you hold the needle and thread…

 

I wish I could say “I know what the fuck I’m doing”

I wish I could yell “I don’t need anyone else”

That I could live in a damn castle I built

in my own head, a place where I’m free from the guilt.

 

Most of all I wish it was over

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