super short, so i'll double post! i wrote this because i was spamming one of my friends and my texted musings turned kind of poetic :0
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i feel
suffocated
and everyone says it
gets better
but how will it get better
if i'm out of air
and my face turns
blue
and white
and all the
shades of the rainbow
that i pretended to be
even when i was
dull grays
and pale shades
of
sad blue
i'm six feet under
buried alive
i can taste the dirt
i want to be
in
the dirt
but i don't want to
be able to taste it
when i am
if i give up and let the
lack of oxygen
drive my
demons
away
and let my
pain
float off
on the angel wings
i discarded
when i exchanged
self love
for
scars
if that happens
will anyone notice
or will they realize
that i wasn't really alive
in the first place
— there's no use mourning a soul
that's already gone.
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