for skyIights-; thanks for checking up on me daily!!! i know i always reply (really) late haha but i really do love talking to you :))
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i wake up with
lead as bones and
rust in my lungs —
already i am exhausted;
i go through the day
and remember nothing
of it; counting down
hours till the day is over.
yet when it is night
i cannot sleep;
i keep a doomsday clock
by my bed and i
watch the numbers
creep closer to midnight
with the dread of a new day
not far behind; it's
impossible to out-wait time
so i dream of the plunge
from the roof until i
remember that dreams
are only dreams; so
i go to bed but do not sleep;
counting down hours till
my youth is over
my life sufficiently lived
a grave bought
a headstone set
and i can finally sleep.
— i am barely fifteen and
already i am tired
of living.
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Poetrythoughts from when: 1. the sky is an ocean 2. the world is kept outside your window 3. the stars are at your feet
