The aesthetic of depression is so pleasing and so is the feeling. I think there's something beautiful in being completely broken in wanting to die. I think that I look so beautiful on the floor of my bathroom crying. I think the way the tears fall is so beautiful the way my sleeves catch them is magnificent. I think the way I can't get out of bed for weeks is an amazing thing. I think the way my mind traps me is delightful I think the way I hold myself underwater hoping that this is it is beautiful. It's an aesthetic it's okay for me to feel like this because so many people do right. It's normal to want to die right it's normal to cry myself to sleep every night right. It's normal to slice open my legs like it's nothing to starve myself right this is all normal right.
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The live's I've lived
PoetryThis is a collection of poems and pieces of writing. That I have written over the last 2 years of my life. I've never been one to actually live. To take the risk. A lot of the things I have written are about things that have happened in my head. Or...
