āI want to be everything that Iām notā
Coloured pills and blackened lungs is what my generation is made of and the fact we romanticise mental illness and addictions like itās beautiful is heart breaking. We vision bruises as galaxies and blood has a beautiful calming affect as it trickles out our noses when we snort cocaine like weāre rich while we make ourselves poor by risking what we have because we donāt appreciate the things we have because weāre too busy focusing on the things we donāt have.
āBabe, youāre beautifulā
We break from young with no clue of where the fuck we went wrong or how or why. Weāre trapped in a loop of memories forever searching for the memory of when we were innocent and pure and didnāt spit poison blacker than black. We learn to hate the world and everyone in it because the people who couldnāt see our worth crushed our hearts as easily as putting a cigarette out.
āIām not beautiful, Iām worthlessā
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