R.I.P. The Death and the Birth

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Please.

Kill me.

Bulimia Nervosa

One by one, your limbs are separated
As I enter, tape is blocking your screams
You bleed and cringe, but it only feeds me
I slip out, bend, and lick it up

Spit it back in your face

Your vision fades, and I begin
Devouring bone, flesh, and skin

Your eyelids draw closed, and I begin
Vomiting onto what I dined upon

I Am Hungry

My stomach acid eats away at my innards
Decaying the lining of my organs
I must feed. This must end.

It began soft, chewing on the walls of my mouth
Saliva flowing and seeping through my lips
As I swallowed small white chunks of skin
But I wasn't satisfied, so...

I began to eat myself.

All the Body Parts of Women

These things sound good to me
All the body parts of women
Cut, rip, mutilate your flesh
Ravage your body, bury you six feet deep

My heart, it beats
To the rhythm of yours
To the rhythm of necrophilia
In and out, my blade is a tool of your demise

Cry your eyes out
You can't fucking see
Cry your eyes out
I won't let you fucking breathe

Repentance.

"I do not regret the things I have done/
But the things I did not do."

I wonder how you feel now, what you are thinking.
Now that you sit in this hole. Forever.
But you know that everything goes on.
You have learned many lessons, but you are still daft.

I have learned your lessons, but I do not want to believe them.
Not believing in them, I have not learned their true definition.
One day I will come to realize them.
And on that day, I may be happy.

It appears that simple, but 'tis not.
For one cannot force their beliefs.
They must come or they are not true.
I pray for thee to come. I fucking pray.

My mind says,
"You're a motherfucking piece of shit,
and you'll never amount to nothing."
But my hearts just says, "No."

For now you sit in your hole.
And I sit in mine.
Separated.

Pah nun...

Here lies everything I once believed in.
Here lies everything that is now dead to me.

It is now recognized.
You cannot say that I do not exist.

Rest in peace...

"tomorrow

wake up earlier

and go outside

before everyone is awake

and really listen to how peaceful it is

you can appreciate nature before we as humans take some of that beauty away when we get up

drive our cars

litter

crowd

input noise pollution."

- Kadi

... will break your heart.

I don't know how to feel anymore.
I don't know what is real anymore.

I don't know what to think anymore. I don't know what to do anymore. I want to go with it, but I'm afraid of the outcome. I'm always afraid. I'm fucking tired of being afraid. I know I shouldn't be; I should just put the past behind me; the same goes for the future, but for some reason I can never bring myself to do that, no matter how much I tell myself I won't. Well I'm done.

Goodbye..