Flowers grow from shit
My stomachs full of roses
And my knees are grinding thin
The awful things I self inflict
Make it possible to live
I'm selfish and upset
And I can't handle the frustrations that I find inside my head
My eyes are glowing red
You say to see the brighter side
That don't make any sense
I'm always fucking sick
I deserve to rot to death from everything I'm holding in
Self pity is a bitch
My comfort comes from knowing that everyone's ground caves in
Fuck the beauty I'm supposed to see
All flowers smell like piss to me
Bloom.
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