If I told you I identified with self-loathing poetry, you probably wouldn't believe me.
If I told you I keep more secrets then I want you'd probably laugh and say "Alex, you don't have the discipline."
If I told you how I obsessed over leaving
you'd probably call me a hypocrite.
No matter how much I try to lie and write myself out of the hole I've dug myself into there comes a point where I realize I'm lower then where I started out.
Sometimes it feels as if the cowards way out is the best way out of all of this.
A regime change is coming
These are the desperate strokes of a boy at the deep end of the pool
Reaching out for the edge
And missing
Nothing can take away this pain
I guess time can heal these wounds
If you love yourself enough
-xo
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