grieving , grieving , 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 grieving . i mourn what could have been , what will not be , what i can't save .
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- what else can my hands do with the blood ? 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘺 ?
- i am destroying myself so other people can't , and it's the worst kind of control , but it's the only form i know .
- i feel like neither a child nor an adult ; i am a botched , failed creature , combining the worst qualities of each . all the helplessness and dependency of a child with the cynicism and despair of an adult .
- ‘ i exist . ’ in thousands of agonies — i exist .
- in another universe , my window is open and im laying on my floor . i am 12 years old . nothing bad has happened to me .
- what else can my hands do with the blood ? 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘺 ?
- still , there is this terrible desire to be loved
- i'm afraid of a lot of things , but mostly , most sincerely … i am afraid of being completely unraveled by you , and you finding nothing you want to see .
- i’ve loved everything about you that hurts .
- what else can my hands do with the blood ? 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘺 ?
- i feel like neither a child nor an adult ; i am a botched , failed creature , combining the worst qualities of each . all the helplessness and dependency of a child with the cynicism and despair of an adult .
- it’s good to hate , isn’t it ? popping veins , dissonance . draw and quarter a stranger , to feel some blood on your fingers .
- grieving , grieving , 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 grieving . i mourn what could have been , what will not be , what i can't save .