the water stifled me,
out of all my choices,
i chose drowning.
the acrid tears flowed...
but there were none.
the water were my tears.
i was misconstrued on my feelings,
i never shed a single tear,
and if i did, i didn't feel it,
i didn't want to feel anything at all.
instead, my pages turned to crimson.
my soul, stone.
my heart, coal (un-ignited)
there was nothing pure within me
just the black pages
in my notebook.
i felt everything all at once but then suddenly
nothing
at all.
i
needed
those
tears...
and filling my notebook wth empty, and cruel thoughts,
didn't help.
//b.s.
YOU ARE READING
spilled ink✔
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