𝑀𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑠
If age is just a number,
why does it strike like thunder?
If math is just a lesson,
why does it sting like an obsession?My aim was ageing 100 years,
now I'd rather divide 0 with my fears.
My aim was multiplying my health,
now I'd rather use numbers for wealth.
My aim is myself divided by 0,
to have let my life earlier go.Over and over I have to restart,
calculating life with the beat of my heart.
Slow down the beat,
accept my defeat.
Return to my seat,
by mathematics I've been beat.
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𝑃𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑃𝑜𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑦
ŞiirThese are poems about falling apart, written at a time I'm falling apart myself. Due to many mental illnesses, I've been diagnosed with, I still wasn't able to live my life and I actually wish to not live at all. I decided on wanting to express thes...