I am fixated on death.
I am fixated on ultimatums.
I am fixated on karma.
I am fixated on bad habits.
Fixated on bad words.
Fixated on being heard,
But never speaking up.
Fixated on hurt that I never let go.
Fixated on myself,
But only my flaws.
And how far I can drop myself.
Not how far I can go.
I am fixated on the opposite of hope,
Of faith,
Of believing in something great.
I am fixated on death.
So fixated that I feel asphyxiated with my own breath.
That I feel asphyxiated til,
I can't hold my own breath.
Til I feel asphyxiated,
Out of breath.
I am fixated on my down fall.
Fixated.
Asphyxiated.
Breathless.
Dead.
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What She Wanted To Say.
PoetryShe didn't give them much choice, as to what she did with herself. She didn't say too much, so that she wouldn't give herself away. She didn't speak so she was never heard. She didn't speak so she was always hurt. She didn't speak, her words choked...
