Weeping Wound - 23[23]23

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Pain
Pain
Pain
Pain
Pain
Pain
Pain
At the ripe age of almost too young to remember
I was baptized in the regret of befriending these insipid ferals
That watched me ache when I was prodded with sticks
Remember the pop of the cork and the one in the bat that hit my forehead
Split open
Like the letter you left
On my mother’s doorstep
Showing everyone’s a threat
They want me dead
They’ll kill me with loneliness
But I was born and bred by the fog to fight back
Tooth and nail, motherfucker, I’m never going back
It was always the plan to end it all at 23
I might still be going out, but not for nothing
A statement
To prove to all of you I was meant to be a god
Even if divided by my muse mental illness and addictions
Do it
Even if divided by the fact I never fit in
I don’t want to anymore, you wasted piece of shit
I don’t respect delusion
Manipulation-induced confusion
I’m sick of all of you
Never fit in, you didn’t fucking want me to
It’s for the best, don’t want to be like the rest
Complacent and weak wherever they lay their heads
So fuck
The way I feel
Count your sheep
Count your dead
Count the bottles in cradles and mothers who swallow dirt instead
Count your sheep
Count your dead
Count your blessings, 'cause when my time comes they’ll all know what you did
2, 3, at 23
Make it stop
You can’t make me, no
Things would make more sense
With a fucking hole in my head
I was born and bred
I was born