F**k UpA Poem by Enfuriation!!TW!! Suicide and Self Harm. There are always other, better options. Dont be afraid to ask for help or reach out to your local hotline.
It's like an itch
it's unbearable, you cant scratch what you feel inside and this feeling says that I should write write on white paper, use a red pen focus on how straight the lines are because everything has to be perfect you have to be better you know you're not good enough you fucked up you f**k up feel the pain you have to want to grab the knife and make a sheath of your skin your heart is like gold you gotta reach it, mine it dont stop digging till you feel it in your hand the rubies so precious but this is the gold rush all the rubies, they fall around you your hand is buried in them but theyre not good enough either you gotta get the gold gotta prove that you can do it but no matter how hard you try you cant make it to it cause every time you reach that point the rubies flood down your arm and the cave youve made collapses as the dead flesh gives way you scream pull back what the f**k is wrong with you? you cant even die right just wait youll get there and then no one can say you failed at getting first place circa 2013
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