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I'm sorry
But I must retire you
You served me well
And despite all the blood I spilled
Despite all the cuts you made
I grew attached
My dear razor
I wish I could lose my hearing
So I didn't have to hear your laugh
So I didn't have to hear you talking
So I didn't have to hear you

I wish I could lose my smell
So I didn't have to smell your hair
So I didn't have to smell your perfume
So I didn't have to smell you

I wish I could lose my sight
So I didn't have to see your face and smile
So I didn't have to see the places we went
So I didn't have to see you

I wish I could forget you
Not because I hate you
Not because it wasn't fun
But because
Every time I hear you
Every time I smell you
Every time I see you
I die a little more
Because I love them all to death
I bleed a little more
Because I love you to until the end
And it all reminds me of you
The one I can't have
When I look at stars
I only think about you
I look for constellations
As if for what we had
You hurt.
You will always do.
My favourite wound.

Every now and then,
I sprinkle salt on it—

And if It’s healing,
With bare hands
I rip it open
in my heart.

Keeping your memory alive
through this pain,
tearing me apart
She will be partying
I will be drinking

She will be dancing
I will be cutting

She will be laughing
I will be bleeding

She will be talking with others
I will be watched over by others

Because She knows I'm not worth crying over
And I know She was my only and now it's over
Going to a party tomorrow and my ex is gonna be there, pray for me
How does it feel to dream?
Do you feel judged by your peer?
Because I often do
I often don't want to go with it through

How does it feel to have a vision?
Believe that you have your own mission
Because I like that feeling
But many peoples ears aren't open to hearing

I like it when someone has their own ideas
And when they see things not often like us
It has come to me that we don't have visionaries
And it is with great sadness I say we made it like this
My rare non-depression poem
I'm addicted
To sadness

Music is better
When it makes me cry

Starring at the ceiling is better
When I hope I won't get up

Parties are more fun
When I hide my emotions

Dressing up is more exciting
When I cover my scars

Being alive is better
When I cut myself

I wish I could be happy
But I can't
So I'd rather suffer
Than feel nothing at all
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