you convinced yourself that this was necessary， this darkness. that it was the only way to survive， to grow stronger than those who hurt you. it consumed your mind， your heart， your soul.
𝐼 w͜ant 𝑎 world without the h͟𝑦𝑝𝑜𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑦 . with the kinds of people who wouldn’t j͟𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝒆𝒂𝒕 from the 𝑓̲𝑟𝑢𝑖𝑡 of the 𝑓̮̑𝒐𝒓𝒃𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 tree ៸ but who would 𝒄𝒖𝒕 the 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 tree down and 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 it for firewood .
with this bullet lodged in my chest, covered with your name, i will turn myself into a gun, because it’s all i have, because i’m hungry and hollow and just want something to call my own.
with this bullet lodged in my chest, covered with your name, i will turn myself into a gun, because it’s all i have, because i’m hungry and hollow and just want something to call my own.
