March 2012
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I want.
I want to rip my eyelashes off.
I want to peel my skin from my arms.
I want to punch a wall.
I want to cry.
I want to cry.
I am screaming.
My head is screaming.
I am alone.
I am not loved.
I hate myself.
My head is crying.
Why is this happening right now?
sadpenis:
a poem entitled “my gps took me through the fucking hood.” written by me
February 2012