Empty Branches

I cry not because I'm sad no because I'm sick sick of being an empty vessel a place to store demons only tasteless thoughts stick as if they were gum,like the gum under the desks disgusting

I cry trying to feel alive because abusing myself isn't an option the cutting, the starving,the substance is a lie, telling you this is the right way to cope strangling you with a rope as if your life is meaningless

a tree filled with corruption a need for rest,and a foul taste for destruction

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