I don't know if i am needed.
I don't know if i can handle the pressure.
My brains are like knitted
Ball.
I don't know if i'm worthy of pleasure.
I will erect a thousand crosses
On which i will crucify my worthless
Soul.
I won't listen to a million voices,
Dissuading me.
I hated myself too long
To just get out of the habit.
I'm used to this song.
I'm not a scared rabbit.
In cruel thoughts i crucified
My filthy soul more than once.
I fucking tired.
If i had nails, i would tear my skin.
One shred for every sin.
Thousand crosses
© Copyright: Гратия Мэйор, 2021
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