tw: angst, depression, brief mentions of self hate and falling, death
written on: december 12, 2021
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The ground's cold arms welcome me as I fall
The night sky greets my lifeless eyes
We stare at each other
The vast infinity of space peering deep within me to the equally vast
Emptiness where I used to live
If anything were alive down in that wretched, dark pit it would scream at me
Lying in the snow makes you feel alive
I suppose that's why this cage of skin has decided to die here
How can it make me feel alive when I am dead and gone, truly, I would whisper back if there was anything to hear me
I am the ghost of joys long forgotten
I am done awaiting the return of my soul for
There is no breath left in me
The consequence of my attempts to fill my gaping wound with ice
I place my hand on my heart until I no longer feel it's beats
The snow piles high over time and engulfs the thing which I hate most about myself
Yes, I tell that hum that resonates through my emptiness, this is the most alive I've felt since thirteen.
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poetry by jungenwunder
Poetrymy old stuff is pretty bad but my newer stuff is much better, please pay attention to when it was written and feel free to start at the end of the book!! i will have trigger warnings at the beginning of chapters when necessary. stay safe, i love you.
