I sit in a corner
Curled up in a ball
Wishing they would
All go away
But there is one
I will not push away


I’ve hurt myself again
Why do I do this
Why do I put myself through this
I thought it was over
With this kind of pain
I thought I taught myself
Not to do this
Yet I do it again
Why?


Nowhere can a secret keep
always secret, dark and deep,
half so well as in the past,
buried deep to last, to last.


This world is my utopian tophet
I’m lost within it
Never can it be my utopia
For it’s my dear sweet utopian tophet

 
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