sometimes i wish my death was so public is would shake the earth,
so jarring it would make people realise something had to change .
other times i just wished go in the shadows , no note , no noise . just fading away.
because thats my life really .
i like to think its noise and loud and people listen and care but in reality im just another broken person who's gone past their expiration date .
im clawing on my hands and my knees and im latching on to life , like a leech .
im trying to live but im just a parasite.
im stale and bruised .
you see if i am to die by my hands i will not be another hannah fucking baker .
i will not a martyr, a headmaster prayer in the morning assembly.
i will die because its whats best for me , and fuck the world i leave behind because the world has done nothing for me .
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Gallows.
PoetryI really hate this cover of this book but tbh this is not what this is all about. this book is a collection of spoken words that i've written , that i wouldn't class as my typical form of poetry and the way i write , it focuses less on the words an...
