"Self-Destruction" By Miss Belle


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not all pain is visible

"Self-Destruction" By Miss Belle

No, I don't cut Nor do I starve myself thin But I tear myself up With my hostile thoughts within

I attack my own feelings My memories, too I blame myself blindly For things I didn't do

I can't call it depression I don't hate my life But these thoughts are my bane Cutting through like a knife

Rhyming may sound pretty But my subject is not My mind is filled with poison Poison that'll cause rot

I know I have no control No, this isn't something new So when I feel the vines grow I can only make do

Thus is my track Of destruction and hurt You may not be able to see it But his memory will always lurk

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