Nothing Amounts
Beaten, broken and belittled,
Life carries unworthiness,
bitterness set alight my heart,
for i found comfort in the dark,
Nothing Amounts to continous self beating,
I get to have my flash to suffer the worst,
sharp blade tears up my suffering overflowing of hurt and guilt for the blood that continued to flow from ease i found comfort,
Nothing shall amount to the power that very blade carries to set my heart free from the torn flesh that the blood escape just as how id wish to escape this life, torn broken and wondering nothing shall amount to the escape from reality .
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