humiliation ritual but its just me in love

one thing you should know about me is i condone violence

i’m not weird i’m otherworldly

nobody can figure me out and i like to keep it like that

these drugs in me almost feel like some company

a hot make-out session that turns into animalistic rough fucking

nothing tastes better than attention you didn’t ask for but secretly wanted

find opportunities accept rejection and do it all over again

i don’t chase highs, i escape lows

healing never hit the same as destruction

i learned how to rot without showing it

i don’t know if i’m healing or just getting used to it

everything inside me whispers instead of screams now

i keep myself distracted so i don’t notice the damage

even my thoughts feel like they don’t belong to me

testing cocaine for fentanyl by snorting it and seeing if i die

nothing about me was meant to survive this long

i fake empathy better than most people feel it