I'm not suicidal
I just like being sad
The heavy feeling of it squeezing my chest
Pain demands to be felt
Deal with the hand you've been dealt
I don't wanna die
But I wanna feel something so powerful
That I feel so incredibly alive
Some people bleed just know their alive
But I want to feel the pain on the inside
To know I have lived and lost and loved
But want to die knowing that I wasn't a shell
I was a painting
Deep brushes and dark blue and red
Dusting of yellow and pink
To make up the masterpiece
That my life
Surely will be
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Ode to All the Girls that Never Fit
PoetryTo all the girls who never felt good enough, small enough, or pretty enough... this is for you. No upload schedule, just whenever I write a poem.
