My life is practically a trigger warning,
covered in scars from nights of self-harming.
Hollow bones and an empty soul the numbness
is resonating through my bones. From drunken days
to sleepless nights,
my brain can't remember when things weren't right.
Well, with shaky hands and bruised knees
no one can ever really love me because love
is for the unbroken things.
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