hospital bands have become almost an accessory to him in the sense that he is rarely found without one
he doesn't want to die, not really
but he wants silence
the buzzing the ringing the crashing
gone
it's all too much
the only silence he thinks he will ever find is death
inky dark
imagine a winter night
the air is still
the grass is dead
there is no sound
none at all
that is what he desires
quiet
This is dedicated to a good friend of mine who recently attempted suicide. i love you. it will get quieter. i promise.
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Grape Soda
PoetryWARNING: this book contains explicit topics such as abuse, rape, homophobia, transphobia, etc. if any of these things bother you DO NOT READ. i use these poems to cope with trauma.
