sometimes the only thing keeping me alive
is the fear of unsuccessfully dying
and no one trusting me alone again
everyone constantly asking why
while i constantly wished it had worked
sometimes the only thing keeping me alive
is the fact that my family can't afford to pay for my funeral
and i am already such a burden alive
i don't want to be a burden dead
sometimes the only thing keeping me alive
is the fact that i can't leave my teachers
without saying goodbye
or finishing the homework
that keeps me up at night
sometimes the only thing keeping me alive
is the fear of people following in my footsteps
i cannot bear
a life on top of mine
my shoulders are already too heavy
sometimes the only thing keeping me alive
is the commitments and promises i have made
once fulfilled
i can peacefully leave
knowing i kept them all
sometimes the only thing keeping me alive
is that i want to help people
and i can't help people if I'm dead
and people deserve to be happy
just not me
but there's chaos in my skin
and sadness in my mind
the sunlight through the windows
is not enough
i am a used up gun shell
the remains of something lethal
now hollow and numb
no fire burning
i am a devil
trying to look like an angel
too corrupted
to find my halo
i have no desire to leave my room
my bed has become a casket
i used to be soft
not anymore
there's a wolf in my chest
but i do not howl anymore
my ribs are a cage
the heart is the lock
i am constantly apologizing
for taking up space
for simply existing
and i am aware of this
i just can't stop
you never see
my crooked teeth
i do not smile anymore
am i too gone to be healed?
*****
tell me I'm not alone and tell me we'll fight together...
~Luna Galaxy, a fallen star
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bloodied whispers
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