Like A Doll I Wanna Remove The Parts That Do Not Work But Then One's Quite Hollow - Then What's Worse? - Tumblr Posts

ruins-of-her-peace
1 year ago

I am the anger, the madness running through my veins.

I am the dagger, the hand that's cutting off my wings.

I am my own rage, my own despise,

I am the teeth that's gnawing at my mind.

I am my own rope to tie around my neck.

I am the shovel that's digging out my grave.

I am the misery, I am the grief,

I am my own angel, my own disease.

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