kicks and stones forcefully opened my door and allowed them in. a sense of solidarity never displayed prior to that day made them feel eagerly concerned about my well-being. they walked in just as i was beginning to fall asleep. fingers made their way down my throat and managed to make me throw up. they told me that after i puked the last pill i stopped breathing, falling backwards to the floor. Almost two minutes later i gasped into consciousness, launching my arms into the ceiling, as if trying to grab a rope. some of them say that my soul reached the outer lands of heaven, and that the blaze of the kingdom come purified my soul into innocence, but earthly attachments pulled me back into my body at the perfect time for me to be reborn. few people can say they had two births, and i can say i regret both of mine. i've been forced into existence twice by uncontrollable forces who demand of me that which i lack.
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high thoughts
Poetryjust some stuff i write when high (not particularly good and not exactly well written) TW: suicide and depression stuff
