Speak softly.
The louder you speak,
the worse it gets.
Your voice shaking harsher than my hands.
I can't see you through my blurred vision.
Panicked breathing.
you keep getting louder.
Your grip tightens around my shoulders,
I can't feel anything but the pressure.
Skin again skin.
Heart pounding against ribs.
One more thump until it rips through my chest.
Cracked, bruised and bleeding.
I am an open wound.
You are the salt that I keep pouring in.
I refuse to heal.
What would I do without you?
Without the pain that was never truly mine.
A body that was never truly mine.
Everything I own is yours.
That's what you always told me.
I have nothing left to give, you keep on taking anyway.
I hope this void that you created destroys you.
A black hole that swallows the world.
Everything that you claimed as yours.
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The diary of Seth Alexander
PoetryI write to cope with life, so maybe this might help someone else cope too, idk. Trigger warning for suicidal ideation, S/A, and Abuse. There's not many mentions of them directly as this is more about my emotions and moments of reflection, all neatl...
