Favorite Crime
Death.
The final, irreversible ending
The thing that lingers in the back of my mind all the time
Self harm is my favorite crime
One
Two
Three cuts
The rush of adrenaline
The bright red rushing up to the surface
The sweet sweet release
It’s a high that you can’t escape
It brings you peace
Before reality rushes back in
Filling the gaps, leaking through the cracks
Leaving you grasping, gasping
Depression, overthinking, and anxiety are my friends
We spend too much time together
They convince me they’re all I need
That friends only think I’m a burden
It leaves me feeling uncertain
Like they're pulling back the curtain
Leaving me hurtin
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