my cells are dividing your hate is multiplying i hate everything that i am when i slipped denatured alcohol and i tought i had sold my soul when my life was bleary i hope i would go into the arms of hell and death and suffering where i belong as society needs people not like me i wished to rid this world of the poison that is me so slipped surgical spirit soaring seething my throat was burning but i had to try again, again, it was 3 times i put that in my body i tried to keep it down me but on the second my body threw me i spat it in horror, my tastebuds despaired when walking to the bus i declared society needs people not like me i wanted to put an end to the suffering caused by my own hand i deserve to be yelled at and stabbed and hurt all these things have already happened i just need to rid everyone of me it would benefit my ‘friends’ and my ‘family’ they’d be shocked at first but they don’t know it yet i know they’re all better off, i’m so sure i could place a bet even if they may have some regrets i may as well take what i get all day long i longed for surgical spirit down my throat burning my inside out people joke about this sort of thing but maybe thy didn’t expect the headache of a woman wanted to kick it but somehow i lasted the night in the morning tho i gave myself a fright when i slipped denatured alcohol so slipped surgical spirit soaring seething burning into the holes in my brain that i deserve to hurt again and again i had nothing to draw my blood

my cells are dividing 
your hate is multiplying 
i hate everything that i am
when i slipped denatured alcohol 
and i tought i had sold my soul
when my life was bleary i hope i would go 
into the arms of hell and death and suffering 
where i belong as ... stories
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electrasapphic
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tw ; i’m sorry for existing

my cells are dividing your hate is multiplying i hate everything that i am when i slipped denatured alcohol and i tought i had sold my soul when my life was bleary i hope i would go into the arms of hell and death and suffering where i belong as society needs people not like me i wished to rid this world of the poison that is me so slipped surgical spirit soaring seething my throat was burning but i had to try again, again, it was 3 times i put that in my body i tried to keep it down me but on the second my body threw me i spat it in horror, my tastebuds despaired when walking to the bus i declared society needs people not like me i wanted to put an end to the suffering caused by my own hand i deserve to be yelled at and stabbed and hurt all these things have already happened i just need to rid everyone of me it would benefit my ‘friends’ and my ‘family’ they’d be shocked at first but they don’t know it yet i know they’re all better off, i’m so sure i could place a bet even if they may have some regrets i may as well take what i get all day long i longed for surgical spirit down my throat burning my inside out people joke about this sort of thing but maybe thy didn’t expect the headache of a woman wanted to kick it but somehow i lasted the night in the morning tho i gave myself a fright when i slipped denatured alcohol so slipped surgical spirit soaring seething burning into the holes in my brain that i deserve to hurt again and again i had nothing to draw my blood

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