Always on my mind
Good and bad
Took my dad away
And hopefully me to
Because these horrible feelings
Stick with me like super glue
When i’m gone don’t write about me
You already did in red pen across my wrists
– A
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Super Glue
i dont know when the pain forst began, or if it ever did. maybe i was just born with it. stuck in a life where dead ends is all there ever will be. that everytime i leave it, i get something worse. its become the normal. and sometimes, well most of the time i feel like i need it. like it will always be there and i have nothing without it. it seems to me that i am inviting it, that i look for it. im always down and depressed for no reason at all. and maybe the reason is me. maybe i truely am […]