TW- suicidal talk

Night is a peaceful time

A self reflection of my flaws

Memories of mistakes

Urges to be accepted

A small and cold place

Echoes of the old

Screams in my face

Self loathing in the heart

Hating from the start

An end to the madness

I’m put in my place

Stay quiet till the morning

Don’t save the date

Distance yourself from other

Spit in my face

Fuck all the joy

Accept all the hate

Who hates me the most

Has to be my fate

Kill yourself tonight

Says the ghost of this space

I’m the ghost of the past

Such a waste of space