MY PITIFUL ATTEMPTS AT SONGWRITING PT6 - RIP OUT MY GUTS, BABY!

Weekly Poem #6 !!

Why is everything I write so based around self-destruction and romance 💀 ?? This is from the beginning of November btw.

I'M WORTHLESS,

I'M HOPELESS,

I MIGHT EVEN BE BLEEDING,

ON MY KNEES AND 

FUCKING PLEADING

FOR YOU TO HAVE MERCY ON ME, DARLING,

RIP OUT MY GUTS.

RIP OUT MY GUTS, BABY!

TEAR APART MY FUCKING STOMACH.

WON'T FEEL THE BUTTERFLIES IF

MY INTESTINES START TO SPILL OUT.

RIP OUT MY GUTS!

SPLIT MY FUCKING HEAD OPEN AND

SMASH MY BRAIN AGAINST A WALL.

MAYBE THEN I'LL BE SATISFIED,

WON'T BE CRYING OUT FOR MORE!

GOD DAMN IT, HONEY,

SKIN-ON-SKIN CONTACT AIN'T ENOUGH ANYMORE!

CRAWL INSIDE MY FLESH AND

SUCK OUT ALL MY BLOOD.

RIP OUT MY GUTS, BABY!

RIP OUT MY GUTS!