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Used to be a terrorist to my wrists because I brought terror by tearing away at my skin
But these scars I’m left with are deeper
Than what
shows on my limbs
If you’re on the outside looking in
You’d probably be the coroner trying to identify
my next of kin
I don’t like Lettin people in
Self sabotage is on autopilot
When it comes to being a derelict
disguisin myself is a matter of tactic
The actual thought trauma coming
Back In
makes me want to escape it
The subsequent endorphins
flooding my brain
Like the anecdote of Noah’s Arc
when I bark
I’m arcane
Tryna not to fold under pressure like a paper airplane
But I want to fly away from the problems
Cause they don’t seem to go away
I Can barely get outta bed on a good day
As the blood is leaking out of my frame
Like the tsunami that hit Japan
Right after the earthquake
I start to feel anemic and ashamed
Irrational
To think pain
will alleviate the pain
But with this head of mine
I can never catch a break
For years I’ve had to
sit and listen to bad takes
Their patronizing tone
Clustering my eardrum
Like a rattlesnake
Believe it or not
It’s more annoying than the heartache
Then people wonder why
I’m familiar with this pain
Like a secret handshake