TW- existentialism
I'm the food of my earth.
My body is biodegradable.
My decay will fuel growth,
Ready to sustain more life.
I'm fine with death
As long as she's okay with me going.
I'll never hurt her if I can stop it.
I'm just ready to melt back into the endless void.
I'm not suicidal.
At least not now.
I'm just pondering the universe.
The ghost of my contentment in the universe still lingers.
Too bad insomnia and depression killed it.
I don't miss it
But I do wonder what my life would be if it never left.
Just being okay with being stuck on a tiny planet that's dying.
I haven't even been out of my country.
I need to experience all of it before no one ever will again.
I'm making myself anxious.
Off to bed with me.
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Sam Glaspy's Poetry
PoetrySam Glaspy's sad and gay poetry about her stupid dumb life. Welcome to hell, loves! WE DID IT Y'ALL- #5 IN SYNESTHESIA AFTER ONLY TEN VOTES THAT REALLY TELLS YOU HOW LITTLE PEOPLE WRITE ABOUT IT BUT IM STILL PROUD OF US!
