small void - i have a lot of questions about yr questions

Have you ever been stolen?
Has anyone ever been inexplicably the god of you?
Have you ever been convinced that you should be alone
To spare the whole world from the harm of experiencing you?
And told that the resulting isolation is proof that no one wanted you?
That you simply deserve to be unloved because you have no intrinsic good in you?

Well, they're fucking wrong

At the beginning I never would have understood
You never could have loved me like you said you would
I went in open-hearted and left nearly departed

You asked if i died of an overdose, what it would make people think about you
For having been so close to me, would they think you had something to do with my tragic decline?
You were worried about the optics of your reputation in the event of my hypothetical death
I have your long-awaited answer
Don't worry, you didn't give up on me
You kept at it for years!

You tended shaped and molded
dare i disobey and you scolded me
I'm so sorry for sabotaging your efforts of making me all better and worthy of love

Another question
You asked me, "do you think i'll have to spot our friend just because i'm staying two blocks away?"
You explained, "i'm trying to live a chill life- i don't want to be traumatized do you think i have to check on them just because i'm staying so close?"
You went on to say, "i've never even put anything up my nose"

Ha ha! Aren't you so much fucking better than all of us

Devalue Discard
Devalue Discard
Devalue Discard
Devalue Discard

Drugs could never compare to the damage you could do
You were so fucking worried i'd get strung out, but the thing that ruined me was you
I survived every night i wanted to die despite you
And I'm still thinking of you
I still think of you every time i talk about you on the suicide hotline

Written by:
Cecily Finke

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