so i wrote this while feeling excessively "emo" HAHA but i think it's worth posting anyway.
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I glance at the black rain
It stains my already well-rotten heart
No one has cared, cares, or will care, I am worthless to the world
I am used and have always been, just wishing to taste the faintest edge of human life
It's become an art.
And this is how they leave
Never to comfort when in need
This is how they leave.
Accusing stares, accusing glares
Do nothing for the conscience that we will never have.
Sadness and gladness never make a difference
We have no emotions since they started to hurt us
I sit and bleed in the corner
Waiting for the day to come.
When it comes i shall run
And give what i have learnt
Which is now what I shouldn't
Have given away
Should have thought more about the trade.
A knife pressed to my gut
Is something i have yet to feel
Yet all i want is the
Slow torture of the kill
To remind myself of life, of purpose
Of desiring to be someone else, desiring to never be me again.
And thats when the black rain truly stains.