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See the slits on a bitches leg and I cant help but reminisce.

Always loved a kranked bitch.

Im back to reality, I keep my blade next to me.

Sharpen it so all I can see is my reflection, Im my own wound.

Shaking hands and telling me goodbye but someones gonna speak on my name when I'm gone.

Somebody save me, too many sexy whores tryna get me off my podium.

Krank me up, YOU CANT FUCKING KILL MY IDEA.

She used to hold me telling me to never leave. She told me she loved me and so I stand here making sure nobody else feels the loneliness of the human heart, say what you want you cant phase me.

Does my madonna think of me as much as I think of her.

Leave me alone.

I am alone.

I might cut my wrists.

I might cut my bitches.

I can't see anybody.

Just to See something.

Why am I paranoid, clutching my fetish.

I dont need nobody, no bitch, nobody.

Im alone, Im alone, I dont want no company.

I dont need a whore, I dont want a whore.

Whered my madonna go?

I pushed them away.

I get so pysked knowing theres no time.

These bitches call me talking about I miss you.

Bae I love you but I remember when you didn't lend the kid eye.

Young Spanish Whore, I lost interest in the women who couldn't compete.

I became my own god, I romanticised the abuse I underwent.

Same old attitude, I put my life on the line so my brother can see another day.

Only ever respected my brothers and my golden heart.

I spat in the systems face, they tried taking what they thought meant something to me.

Jus Did It Again.

I against I. Masochism is my close associate. My nude form is my most free Looking at pictures of my torn skin is like watching pornography. Born in the far end of society but raised in the melting pot of it. Seen real lovers fall out, stayed silent when I should have called out. Fuck it just hit me how nice being sliced all over was like. Everyone saying how much they wish they could help, shhh.

People are going to tell you they want to help, its important in such times you remember they're saying that for pure courtesy. Only one person ever understood my hell, we shared one, we were one. Everyone else tryna understand me but they never did and never will, they get scared, they send me to someone else.

Im so isolated, Im not on the plain like these man

You never been angry. You never been alone. You never been scared. I miss the taste of your blood. I miss your embrace. I miss your presence. Do you think of me as frequently as I do you? They're looking for my story, its not me whos giving it. Would you forgive me? Would you ever give me another chance? I know the answer, and I know its all a memory. The only person due diligence was never needed for. Do you remember when you said in another life? Do you remember when you held me and said you love me? Do you remember walking through the blinding lights of a island built on liars and snakes, and we were the only ones together. Remember standing side by side and fighting everyone's doubts? How about the time we spent the whole day and night together without separation and sharing laughs together? I'm sure you should remember the time we solidified our bond with our pain? It's funny how you were the only one who ever understood my pain, because you were the only one to have been through hell and back, yet even now I forget how regardless of that you aren't here to screw my head on when I'm losing it at night. I hope our good memories are still somewhere there within you. I hear you may have lost them, well so have I because in an act of what I thought to be healing, I lost everything I held dear at the time. My heart burns for you, how many nights has it been now where I wish I wouldnt have hurt you? How many nights has it been where I try and move on. How could I when you were one of two to make an impact on me, but you both had the same outcome, and I feel the same guilt and emptiness. Wasn't I a child with a golden heart? A house in Japan, you and your- Theres no point in rehearsing that dream in full again, there was florence aswell. I guess even with all the rest I'd like to say and what I have said. Do you remember me? as an active reminder or as a lost memory?

accessories, that's what i got to show my stories. these cuts and scars originated from pain. i remember smiling with blood in my mouth and wiping it on my chest, never had i felt so free. she wanted to drink my blood, in an act of bond and love, all she saw was a kid stripped to the bone of love and infected with intoxication and hate. i love the blood, i love the pain, i need that feeling, i watched on the side as they cut themselves and all i felt was a trance of interest. how easily the skin rips under the pressure of my human urges. i cant show them my little fantasy, i seen real craziness from women, lets slowly dance in the pool as we let the blood wash away. i love blood, its shine,its taste, its effect on me, i play with it. I wish i could wash in a bath, but with the amount of blood ive played with ive already been in one. i dont care for pussy,tits,ass or any of that nearly as much as i do the blood and scars on my body. i stand in the mirror for hours at time looking at my scars and rehearsing my poses to show them.

I got a wrist of memories and they shine real bright. Head to toe I've created a weapon, can you see it now? No family do I belong to I'm a fucking nomad. She don't care about nothing but the cuts I got on my chest. They keep tryna get an eye for me but not one tryna stay down in hell with me. My eyes still yellow from the amount of times I washed it with my guilt. I SPEAK FROM THE HEART EVERY OTHER NIGHT WHEN I CANT PUT ON A FACE NO MORE. Children really be laughing and looking up to the empire I built on hatred and pain.

Sex Idol Falling in too deep,now look at me in a demon's terrain. Slithering through the tiles, slowly unwinding and circling me. Playing it dangerously, asking for a fight, we can have it slow. Walk around in your purest form, it's your fashion show, demonstrate to me your power. Friction between skin, both girls like smearing blood in a kiss. Why do you want me in the empty parts of your mind? What do you have to hide? Water slows movement even more and takes off the masks we put on each other. Twisting the stories to her love, when I twist she'll scream, she can't fight her desires. Let’s rehearse this dance, let the alcohol do the talking and be the crutch to our lust. Speak a bit of my language and the docile one will revolt against her nailed tradition. Showing a bit of my tradition,I place a guitar on my lap and hit every note in the right spot. We just met but you've been planning this, you replayed your secrets over and over. I’m an international student but I’m on christmas holiday, so eager to touch her present. Fake love that I created has me questioning whether I'm relapsing or truly feeling for the first time. They have me in the ranks, I'm their icon, they're addicted to the erotism of pain.

She fantasizing lusting me, while I got blood rushing and thoughts of how I could end my sins. Sometimes I wish this wasn't my life, my minds in circles. Taking me away from the dance and drinks downstairs away from the eyes, I'm letting her in, who cares, I'm so gone in the head. In a pool with a few ones, they keep tryna grab on my scars, I'm a weapon, I'm a gun. Bitches asking me to come back but I can't I'm too busy bossing my life up. Really just got discharged from the hospital? I remember just being in a corner shaking from the otherworldy beings flowing in my nerves. Nothings changed except the vessel which feels the rage, I need the deadmen to stay around to see its still my time. The moons still out reminding me its not guilty for the darkness casted within my heart, waking up to some new one trying to get something from me. I missed the tranquility of the moon and was burned in the eternal rage of the sun. We're dancing but its deeper than alcohol clouding us, its a lifetime of neglect and incapability of loving, ill draw some more blood.

If I said I miss you too, that's a lie. Spent too much time in my head alone tryna fight these demons. Spent too much time spreading love, its about time someone loved me back. Mama keep asking me how much longer I'll be. Keep fucking up my body I think it's funny.

Sex idol, I'm the sex symbol for all the boys out there. I used to be telling them to go to any means to reach the climax of women, lust and sex. I'm a solidified symbol in the industry of false truths and plasticity. I done overdosed on lust. Now I'm too desensitized to a humans touch.

I'm a speed demon, was always heading for my death. Lil one telling me how much she loves me shirtless with blood on my chest. Standing naked and I wanna swing my intestines like the shotgun. Pour me juices and they asking for more.

In the depths of human despair, that's where I reside. I gave you everything and sacrificed myself for you, but that's beside. I started seeing your face even with my mind half scuffed. The woman is telling me to fix it but its all muffled. Two of you fighting in my dreams, one of you hurts me and the other wont accept me. I wish you knew how I felt, these nights get so suffocating. The thought of losing people dosen't scare me anymore. My hearts burning, all I did for these people. Every night I plead anyone and anything to allow me to cry. But deep down I stop myself because I know it wouldn't make a difference other than ruin the quiet I already struggle to get.

I hate it, my life is so similar to my dreams, they cover up mistakes with lust and with my own sins.

I wake up in the nights after believing the nightmares went away.

I haven't been home in a long time, I just want someone to tell me why my whole life has been like this.

I did this all myself, no one worked harder than me for this silence, for a body that wasn't taken over by chemicals.

please let me once more see who I lost as a result to my own actions

I feel so alone most days.

I just relapsed again I think I need help. Calling me distrustful and seeing the worst in people when its what helped me survive in a world most people wouldn't survive in. Reminiscing of when I didn't have to look over my shoulder to check who else got hurt, I took the damage alone and withstood it because rage fueled me. Kept my family straight, kept myself on both legs when the weight of death and its cold fingers tried to persuade me. They could never fathom the emptiness of my heart, I don't have anything left sometimes.

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