is it bad again, or was it never better?
I think I don't even feel sad
just
strange.
my thighs drip with the consequences of my stupid choices, and my brain drips with poison.
I think maybe I do feel sad but not a normal sad.
it's the kind I know too well, the kind that feels like my inner child is having a tantrum, the kind that feels like wanting to cry to my mom but stopping myself, the kind that feels like maybe I will always be left behind.
im too young to feel so old, im too old to feel so young.
my pain feels like a knot in my chest that won't go away no matter how I stab at it.
I don't want to feel so much and I don't want to feel so little.
//for legal reasons this is a joke (but srsly im mostly fine no need for anyone to worry I'm just venting w my poetry shit) //
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poems for the dead
Poetrywritings I suppose- mostly a vent, but only ghosts even listen so idk- also sry fer bein so angsty im just constantly sad for invalid reasons general trigger warning for the whole thing bc I forget in some chapters,, most of these are sad and may or...
