i want to feel my bones snap and disintegrate as wolves get to my corpse and as i rot away respectively
i want to feel every bone in their fist as i get fucking beat, punched over and over and over, kicked while im down
i want to feel the searing of my skin as i burn, feeling my body becoming irreparably ugly
i want to feel the cold steel touch the roof of my mouth, biting down so desperately while i finally fucking do something good for once
i want to feel the burns left behind and life severed as it ignites
and takes it's path through my brain
i want to feel as all semblance of life and human condition leaves in a heartbeat as my blood drips
i want to not be alive anymore.
i want to be free.
i want to cared for, finally.
i want nothing more to feel something not bad
for an extended time.
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I'll Be Fine (pt. 2 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife
