It's hard for me to realize I don't have certain people with me anymore.
Might even need to eventually shut the door.
Don't want to lose anyone else over anything,
Don't want to feel that sting.
The pain of never being able to smile at them with certainty,
Assurance that everything is not a perfect calamity.
Don't feel alive anymore but more like a tormented ghoul,
Someone who never gets hot and only stays lonely and cool.
I would like to be able to sit with "friends",
But in my lowest moments, are they with me to the end?
--..--
Under a rock? Under a shoe?
No, more like nonexistent and still without a clue.
Due to this, suicide flies against my mind like a plane in air.
Outside of this collection, these are just some thoughts I'll never again share.
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The Welting Chess Board
Poetryjust a collection of quick thoughts with some long term emotions |(letter)| = certain people it's made out to btw read a bit and enjoy
