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Language warning (I use the eff word, :O)

I'm lying here,
bleeding and broken
and hating myself.

I've always blamed it on you,
but it's really always been my fault.
Me and my stupid haughty pride.

So beat me,
tear my wings from my back
and leave me bleeding.
We both know I deserve it.

I keep rising up
like maybe this time I won't fuck up,
but I always do.
I don't know why I don't just stay down on the ground
where I belong.

I'm always so sick of my depression
and so bored with happiness
Should have figured it's my own fault.
All of it.

I'm lying here bleeding
and I think I'll cut a little deeper
make it hurt
so that tomorrow when I think about getting up,
I'll remember my place.