TW: talks of blood, metaphorical su!c!de
i want to cry a pool
as a sport
i want to die for you
like a fool
because we all know my death wish
is very very real
we all know my stacked dish
is at the back of my heel
stepping on my shoes and
making me trip
feeling icy blue and
feeling like i may just strip myself
of breath
take it away
like the chains i can't bear
on my feet, on my arms,
what the hell
and suddenly i see clear red
puddles of blood and bled
some darker than others
because i keep going
oh, my, my, muddled
my brain is so muddled
to think of the fear and feel it so real
and think of the sweat and still i may bleed and
oh, my, my, muddled
fuck.
i did it again.
YOU ARE READING
poetry
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