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