How They Hurt Me

Cold outside on the day I want to die.

go out and shine like an onxy in the fire.

it's so wrong, its so right; nothing else to write.

think i might steer myself into demise

cry cry cry but all i do is ever cry

lie lie lie like you want to save my life

why why why do i even fucking try

die die die on a cold winters night

i can't cry any more.

the way i felt when i was alive wasn't a lie anymore

i opened that door

infront of me was myself from before

"you can't lie anymore. the one that's hurting you is standing rite at my door."

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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