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Jul 2024
Punish yourself
To make you feel
Better / something
You're worthless, it all adds up

Are you still there?

Bite my nails
Rip out my hair
Burn my skin
And my head splits open
The best die young
R.I.P.
On cold stone, on a marble floor

Cut, cut, cut
Bleed out, a few thick drops
To the puddle it goes
Drip, drop, drop
One arm in the bathtub

Why are you crying little dove?
It is late, look away
Go back to bed
Don't you remember?

You're the one who asked me to open up
Written by
Jonas  24/M/Berlin
(24/M/Berlin)   
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