i accept whatever i think won't disappear

you know it's the same shit
sin is semantics
God has put up w/ my shit for quite awhile
you can't love me cos of what i see (or don't see) in myself
i can't connect w/ people so i don't believe in love the way that this world declares it
you ain't gotta be a feminist to do this btw
this is skunk town right here so it definitely wasn't weed hahaha
so grateful to make stuff everyday
i no longer let my petty insecurity get in my way
the darkness comes from outside of us but we become convinced that we are the ones that made it
i chased that darkness until it chased me right the hell back
a lotta people dunno what they're capable of (even after they do sumin crazy they just blame somebody else for it)
you can always choose to walk away
you don't have to say why, just say goodbye
i cry about a lotta stuff that i can't give up
Lord knows how much i have hurt myself
don't think i dunno this simple fact that i live w/ every day
no longer afraid of myself
the greatest gift attained thru total self-destruction