I see you everywhere I go
You follow me just like my shadow
but I see like you're made of flesh
you're here watching me,
following me
You keep telling me those things
And the only thing I can do is scream
I know you're just fruit of my disassociation
But I can feel your touch
You follow me everywhere
You make me dizzy, crazy
For a dead person you're well alive
here in my disassociation
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
I can't take this anymore
I want you to be dead dead and not here
You're making me want myself dead dead and not here
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
Fucking disappear or I disappear with both of us
Don't touch me
Don't say anything
I know everything you're saying
Shut up
Go to your grave stay there leave me
Please be dead or I'll be
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Dead Fowers
Poetry"As I write myself I grow Cause, I know how to lick Cuts and pain So, I bloom Bloom into you" - "Dead Flowers In My Feels" is a compilation of poems through adolescence till now. I used to thought that I was a poet but now I realize I just vent with...
