ᴍʏ ꜱᴏᴜʟ ᴏɴ ᴘᴀᴘᴇʀ (𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘮𝘴)

ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ ᴛᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴜᴘ

**TW!** this poem mentions/implies su1c1de. if this is triggering for you please skip it! i wrote this one really late at night and woke up like HoLy CrAp so i promise IM OK loll

if anyone is reading this and feeling similar things or is just not having a funky fresh time rn my dms are always open! remember you are beautiful, strong, worth it and you deserve the world <333 happy reading (lmao im so sorry guys)

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She stands
30 metres above her deathbed
dreading closure almost as much
as she desires it.
her final thoughts
running at a million miles an hour
and her mind
floating a million miles away.
it's not wrong to need
eternal peace
as much as she needs
things like food,
shelter,
family,
love.
eternal peace
is something she can achieve
without relying on the unreliable
without caring for the unloving
without protecting the weak
fixing the inevitable breaks
just so she can hold herself together.
she's splitting at the seams
she's losing her hopes and dreams
as, slowly but surely, like a storm on the wind
she's gaining the strength to do
the weakest thing
she will ever do.

giving up.

not on herself - no
never on herself.
giving up on those
not worth hoping for.
she dreads the journey
but she desires the destination with all that is left.

the fall
is exhilarating.
the pain
is final.

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