I should—
SPLIT MY WRISTS WIDE OPEN—
—so I can feel again!
So I can feel again
Slit my wrists right open—
So I can see again
So I can see again
Tongue beneath my cheek,
And your feelings make me weak;
I need to breathe again;
I better not
See you next week—
PLEASE
Lay beneath me and
Squeeze me,
Please me l,
Tease me, I—
Greet me at the door,
To your
Rocky Mountain horror
Feed me, Seymour,
This is horrible!
I hate this show
I hate this world
I hate you
I—
I hate you more—
I should—
What the fuck is this.
It's screamo
You're writing screamo again?
Shit!
I hate my life
Is it what you want to believe,
Burn another tree
Dream another lucid dream,
Lucifer is just the truth to me,
It won't deceive you
I won't believe you
I don't believe you
I don't believe anything I see
I don't believe
I don't believe
I don't BE
LEAVE.
Me?
Yes.
—you wish.
I WISH— uhh—-?!
—HURRY UP, TIMMY, GODDAMMNIT.
Alright, i wish…
{Enter The Multiverse}
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