Betrayal
I hate my life, I hate my life, I HATE MY LIFE!
I feel ignorant, betrayed at my weakness. We're supposed to be strong, to ignore those who make us weak. Yet how do we ignore ourselves? They don't tell you that your mind can hurt you more than those with the words of the devil. Your mind becomes cruel, it will haunt you in your darkest hours when you just want to be left alone, to forget everything that has been secretly hurting you. They don't tell you that those who have a tongue as sharp as a serpent can tell you things you already know about yourself. How much self hatred it takes to rip your skin flesh by flesh till you have bloody wrists and you're trying to find ways to hide them, in the hot boiling summer. In the end, it 'll be you, the one who is in control, to lose it all. Lose all the control you have, and end it.
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