Starlena - verse in doomscrolling

I am presently curled up in a ball on my couch I've got a hundred chores I ignored
Shit's going south, I'm bored I'd rather troll old men on tinder, I'm a whore
Hours of doomscrolling, an abomination, a love's gone sour by my own creation
It's self-harm, arched back and twisted arms
It's karma called Big Pharma, I got a problem
It's a waste of minutes, shit, this time the meds won't solve them
Am I a danger to myself or others? Is this the time that I won't recover
I don't know how to be an adult but I sure as hell can put an outfit on
Every added year means less and less excuses cycles of self-abuse, I apologize profusely
To the figure in the mirror that I keep killing disguise the ache with makeup, at least I'm pretty

And is this what I wanted all along?
Probably not
Another half-assed verse in a half-assed song
I wrote this in five minutes
Another waste of time, another was I wrong?
I'm always right
To give an imbecile a shot, it's cold as ice but I've got a big heart
I wish I could say that I learned
But the cycle will just restart
Oops
It's actually not self-harm, it's performance art It's what I wanted all along

It's what I wanted It's what I wanted
It's what I wanted It's what I wanted

Written by:
starlena james

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