Discomforting

I ripped myself into two
There isn't a string that can sew me back together
I need to be abused to keep my ego from being huge
Because I'm a lowlife piece of shit
Is this discomforting that I talk this way

let's be honest no one can really love me
I've been used by everyone who said they love me
I hate that feel like I deserve this though
There is difference between me and most I'll admit my flaws

I won't try to force you to stay
Just know I'm too broken to love anything now
So the never ending cycle is a foot
So the next girl can pull God's mouth upon me

🌷(3)

◄ Diluted

Death To The Sour Patch Kid ►

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