Little poem I felt like writing haha
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I don't feel alive
I'm just kinda floating here in this empty space
No direction, no plan,
I only ever feel alive in the woods
something Ironically, the woods
fills the hole in my suffocate me, the woods
body I can breathe blind me, the woods drain
I can see I can feel me when I am without it
so I keep going back
"I'll go back for more.
It can't harm me,
Right?"
but the woods are hooking
and I am addicted
It keeps pulling me in
I breathe too much
I see too much
I feel too much
"I don't want to do this"
"Don't leave me"
"You're hurting me"
"I am helping you
you should feel
great because of me"
"People said that you were
a bad influence on me"
"You told them?"
"N-no."
"Liar. I thought you
cared about me?"
"I do care about you!"
"Then why'd you tell
them about me?"
"I... I couldn't help it."
"...leave. Don't speak
of me again. This is all
I have left, and you
could've destroyed it.
I hope you're happy"
I stopped helping her that day
and she stopped 'helping' me
I feel bad.
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But I'm holding on..
YOU ARE READING
My exhausting Life!
FanfictionHi! So, I might not be able to update this very often, but feel free to ask questions
