In my head, you scream and I'm cut too deep,
trying to find you under all that blood,
yet you hide in the cracks of my bones, so unreachable, while your voice continues to echo in my chest causing it to burst when everyone else is fast asleep.
I can't reach out for you and hold you,
choke you until air escapes your lungs and the dark takes you away from me,
so I'm finally free.
And it scares me that if I end up killing myself,
my soul will just be stuck in a rotting body and you will remain under the mud with me watching over my decays,
reminding me of why I did it,
reminding my corpse of why I'm here, long forgotten,
reminding me that no matter how important I believed I was, I was long gone soon after my heart stopped beating,
but this voice in my head is so unbearable and it suffocates me so much that I'm willing to risk it and try,
because if there's the slightest chance I can get you to shut up,
I'd take it.
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Suicide Notes
Poesía'how can a person be filled with life and then be empty? Where does it all go?' A collection of suicide notes. (thank you farah (the_author15) for the dope cover, I love you).
