I needed someone to talk to. Someone to listen, to understand. I needed someone who wouldn't judge the inflections of my voice. Who wouldn't judge me when I stumbled over my mind and all the wrong words fell out.
Someone to share this river of loneliness with when it seemed like a canyon. When people seemed to bend and twist into veins of confusion, and anticipation sprinted through mine like undiluted blood.
I didn't understand. I never knew. The clouds everyone was floating on didn't seem to hold my weight. When I fell through, and got thrown back and forth between sheets of rain and blades of wind until spine met pavement, they wondered, "Why did she fall? It's so easy to float up here." But they didn't hear my my whispers, my screams, that I didn't know how.
I had no obligation to stay alive, so the question was not whether to have the strength to survive, but to have the courage to die.
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((Okay there's something off about this... it jumps around a lot. If you have any advice feel free to comment!))
-Amy
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Revelations
PoetryIt was really me. It was really you. There was really nothing we could do. To put it concisely, these are short, philosophical situations, feelings, and thoughts of different persons and personalities I've encountered.
