why do they fear death? for no reason.
he'd sigh frozen sighs
looking around to see accusing eyes
enclosing him in a circle of condemnation
because he wants actual help
and isn't lured by fairytales about salvation.
he'd curl up, protective of what's left
crying silent tears deep in his lungs
seeing blackness cold and sharp. not cozy
in the world he's been thrown into. no will in that, just enforcement.
and now, further enforcement. they craft the crime, criming with the fear
blind to the joy, happiness, passion
that wanted to fly and life cut its wings off
it wrapped itself in a tight knot and whimpers in his breaths.
he'd love a smile, genuine compassion
holding of space for his pain. his loss.
he'd love a real friend that won't push him into fight
won't force him into the enforced, commonly glorified
fetishized
with no empathy for the suffering.
he'd love somebody that will not tell him get help
he'd love somebody that would sit there and be.
with him. for him. not against him
criming with life.
he'd love a real care. a real friend. a real help.
he's just one of many. many, that hide.
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the test thing b4 was bc wattpad been failing with notifs lately & sometimes not sending them out at all.
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heart beats
Poetry~ poezje itp ~ w gruncie rzeczy, jesteśmy worami mięsa, kości, i flaków. ale w tym worze mieści się mózg, a mózg to wciąż niezbadana złożoność, która z prostego wora potrafi uczynić święty graal. the heart beats/heartbeats/heartbeat: serce bije, ser...
