An untitled piece...
Maybe it's too far gone; maybe there no saving this. I know I don't wanna be saved. I need to feel punished, I need to feel broken, to be able to feel at all. That's one emotion I got right. "I'm not good enough" is my favorite mantra, along with "I deserve this" and "This is my fault." Please, say it again, say it louder; I want to hurt harder. Each breath I take, feels like I'm stealing from someone more deserving. Perhaps this, this torment, this misery, this pain is what keeps me living; it's the only reminder that I might still have a heart.













