
I look at you to feel alive. I look at you to feel pain, the pain of knowing I’m alive.
I don’t want to be alive, but I’m still here, I know.
Maybe I’m here to fulfill something.
Something unknown.
I will rip you out of my mind, piece by piece, limb from limb; I will destroy you.
I will tear you apart, I will make it bloody, I will destroy you, even if it means killing myself in the process.
I wish I didn’t see you every night, I wish didn’t see your shadow crawling on the wall. I wish I knew my heart’s desire.
I hope it’s not you.
I hope it’s healing.
About the Creator
Angel
20 years young, living in the middle of the hot state of Florida.

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