This pain that's clenching my heart has no name
This ghostly thing comes out of thin air
Bringing tears to the most beautiful of my banquets
Pinning the taxes to the smiles that were spent recklessly.
It would crush my last bit of hope and retreat when I give up.
What follows is a gray state where I sit and rot for days
And when I finally pull up and try to make some good days
it will be lurking around waiting for the right moment...
The moment where I'd be most delighted
At that moment it will come chanting its curses with a smiling face
And watch me weep on my supposedly happiest day.
—Laxmi Bhargavi Golla
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SUICIDE LETTERS
RandomI'm fine but I still write them sometimes... I think we all do it, we all feel it. We try not to give into them but sometimes we stay in that sadness and let ourselves read those rotten thoughts.
