Mind (Remove filter)
Living with a Self Harmer
Caring not one jot
For anyone else.
Me, me, me, me
I, I, I, I, I.
No substance
Except abuse.
No excuse
Get on with it.
M u u u meee
Pushing buttons.
Give me your attention
Or I will cut.
Get on with it
The answer.
Dispicable tart
Knicker elastic worn.
I can break you up
I will cut.
Get on with it
Wedge I will drive.
Your stealing my
Attention.
M u u u meee
I will cut.
Monday 9th December 2013 4:39 am
OLD HAMMER DIVINE
Old Hammer Divine
My anxiety is like an ambush predator.
WHAM! I’m fucked...
...fight back!
It’s fucked.
Would you manage a year in my head?
Would you?
Could you?
Should you?
I think you should...
...if you’re man enough then inbox me.
Into my head you shall go...
A mirror image of my town.
Shame it’s not Be...
Friday 10th May 2013 11:15 pm
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