i have held the light at the end of the tunnel in my own two hands and swallowed it whole.
i let it pierce through every crack in my bones, and break my ribs trying to get out, and i held my breath.
i held my breath and let it suffocate me and i didn't let go, until it was the only thing i could do.
i didnt let go until i had to.
i watched it run away and screamed for it to come back, but my screams shuddered through my spine and broke me, and i got too lost in the pain of fighting.
fighting this, this monster, and i lost you, but it no longer matters.
for i am the girl who has held the light and let it go.
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Suicide Notes
Poetry'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).
