PART ONE. you know that feeling of waking up during soda sippin' afternoons, and just feeling so high (because time's pressing in on you but the world felt like it was at a standstill) like you could drift through an empty hallway in the house and rip your hands through the suspended dust that shimmered in the light (it's all i feel)
PART TWO. but at the same time i just want to tear the pounding words right out of my head because all they seem to do is make my brain bleed (sometimes at night i think i claw at my skull, scraping away bone bits and skin) i just want the world to leave me alone (that's it did)
PART THREE. i was just a kid, when i watched my family (was it though) pack into a car, not even sparing a glance behind them as they drove off into the sunset (dramatic, i know) no tears spilled from my eyes that day, i'll admit, but gods, the betrayal inside me (it cut amateur incisions inside my soul, i wanted to scream)
PART FOUR. they took me away, told me i would be safe (i didn't feel safe, i didn't want my ex-parents either)and i wasn't safe, i learned that the only place that you could ever be safe is your head (but oh god, it turned it's back on me too) maybe it was time to leave. i played the game of life and now i'm wondering if the only way to win is to die (i don't really think i'd care, how disappointing)
PART FIVE. i tipped my top hat at life as i passed it by
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Poezjawe were kids in the dark | i will be writing about topics such as suicide and death, for your own safety if you get triggered by any of these things please don't read this. I don't want you to be hurt.
