"dont look at me like that, i can stop when i want"
"what about now?"
"..."
"m-maybe tomorrow"
and yet tomorrow always seems to fail me, even when it wasn't ment to.
maybe tomorrow...
it won't be harder.
who am i kidding?
tomorrow is a ķnîfě leaving small cuts on my skin that dont hurt but yet get infected.
but cuts heal.
maybe- someday ill get through a day without cvts on my skin from "tomorrow"
maybe fate will bandage me..?
even though hope doesn't want me.
i have so much of it.
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Comments
17 Jan, 2026, 5:05 am
bro no commeta is crazy
17 Jan, 2026, 5:06 am
nobody cares abt your vents
17 Jan, 2026, 5:06 am
sh.ut up little poet
17 Jan, 2026, 5:06 am
nobody wants to hear your poems.
17 Jan, 2026, 5:06 am
:laughing:
17 Jan, 2026, 5:06 am
you should quit
17 Jan, 2026, 5:07 am
nobody likes you art
17 Jan, 2026, 5:07 am
you should quit fr tho
17 Jan, 2026, 5:08 am
like you have 71 followeds and only like 3 of them comeet on your c.rap art.
18 Jan, 2026, 5:07 am
@theblonde hi i was abt to crash out i thought you were someone random
no dont stop bru i love when you express how youre feeling its healthy
18 Jan, 2026, 8:00 am
@darkblood lol-
okay yeah thanks