A tear rolled down my cheek, but I am pretty sure I didn't yawn.
You keep thinking about it. Dying.
It's a side effect of having you in my mind.
The more you think about dying, maybe you'll eventually do it.
No.
I don't think you believe in you anymore.
Yes, I do.
I don't think you believe you'll end up happy.
Yes, I do.
I don't think you'll ever be content with being alone and having all of these pointless numbers in your phone.
Yes, I will.
Your breathing quickened.
I'm fine.
You can't sleep. Even though you just chugged Nyquil.
I am sleepy. I just decided to play a game on my phone. I wanted to finish watching the YouTube video. That's why I'm up.
You're crying.
No, I'm not. Two tears fell.
You're lying.
No, I am not.
You want to die.
I want to live.
You want to die.
I want to live.
...
"I want to live!!!"
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Finding Joy
PoetryI never spent time seeking joy. I only spent time making a bed comfortable enough in sadness to bare it. Now, I'll see and work at finding joy. This is a continuation of "We Are the Normal Ones: Memoirs of a Fallen Human".
