TW suicide , self harm shit
I'm not okay
It's never going to be okay
I just need to die
Nobody cares
I don't care
I was crying like a child, a child deep inside of me that was so scared and lost
I'm to tired
To exhausted
I want to feel that joy, that ounce of desire
Irradiated
On edge
Slipping away day by day
Week by week
Forgetting who I am
Forgotten who you are
I still cling to who you used to be
Unfortunately for me
He's deader than a dream
Lost in the infinite spiral of time
It feels like I killed him
But I'm not prepared for that kind of suicide
He was falling asleep
Endlessly
In a deep pool of overflowing water
Miles and miles deep, chemical full
He suffocated
Atleast that's what they told me
He still lingers in my mind
I can't tell if he's vengeful or fearful
I'm so stuck in time
He's not here
But we know what he's like
He was never real
You invented a little girl
So that you could ignore your own son
You chained him to the wall
But the wall was made of steel fragments
He slipped through them day after night
He bled out into his own body
Split up into a few places
I don't know who I am
I don't trust anyone
I don't feel like I know
I don't have a personality
I don't know the truth
Stay away
I'm still rabid
I'm still scared
Those hours aren't over
There's a reason I'm special
It's a really simple fact
Survival of the Fittest
Only applies to those
Who can run to the edge of the sun
Your bones one day will become slick
And rust
YOU ARE READING
Vent art, poetry, and just... vent
PoetryTW, it gets dark. If you have a passion for bizarre stuff and shitty poetry and mental illness then this book is...... concerningly accurate to your unhealthy interests. I'm okay, don't worry 👍😘
