Reflections

These feelings so foreign
So unethical
Looking at the mirror
Dead as a doornail
Looking stiff as a gun
My pockets are burning
So I’ll grab my gun
Love is a experiment
Sometimes it will make me run up the hill to be home with you
Sometimes it can mess your brain up
Solipsism
Is everyone born to hurt me?
Another new born
Another new mourn
To me
Stab
Stab
Stab
To me
Do you enjoy seeing me in pain, god?
Why me?
Hate is my best friend
Pain is a lover of mine
Go to the river
Waves washed down to my spine
Water getting deeper
Brain is getting shallow
A couple more steps to my true ending
Who knew a.
Something so pure
Could turn so macabre
I’m hurting
But I’m slowly getting better