The one who miss me when I am dissappear is no one but myself,

Hurting,
Stabbing,
Self depreciation,
Need a fix,mine

I was drown in the river of life,
Without nothing afford,
Or to give a beautiful sense in a word to comfort myself
I was helpless,
To which only forgiveness that i can ask of myself.

But know this,
I hate myself,
Busy carving my own scars again and again.

And know that,
for all of that
i will not allow it to happen
because
as i hate myself and disapper

I'll miss me even more.

credit:aloy paradoks