If I have friends, I’ll want to drop them;
Losing interests is my hobby.
I’m compelled to walk this path–
The path of one and only.
To ignore me is to cut me,
But don’t take notice; I’m not worthy.
The pain runs deep
And yet it feels so good to bleed.
Walking this way
Will rust the chains
That hold me back
From my self-fulfilling prophecy,
From my suicidal destiny.
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