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The wooden door
firmly latched
standing above
waiting for
the crash
air rushing
underneath
bare feet
sucking breaths
death quelling
the humanity
in her chest
she had
never witnessed
humans so
insistent
of guilt
those blinded
by what reality
they wished to exist
she was a witch
in their existence
but just another
human in hers.
firmly latched
standing above
waiting for
the crash
air rushing
underneath
bare feet
sucking breaths
death quelling
the humanity
in her chest
she had
never witnessed
humans so
insistent
of guilt
those blinded
by what reality
they wished to exist
she was a witch
in their existence
but just another
human in hers.
Literature
Silence Kills
I don't want to know me,
I don't want to make a sound.
Let's pretend I've stopped existing
and start breaking ground.
You can dig this hole for me,
even though I'm nowhere to be found.
You are the only one who can finish this,
though I'll never admit you were the only one keeping me around.
I don't want to hurt you anymore,
so go ahead and put me to rest.
Let's bury my body
and put denial to the test.
Who is this girl you knew?
Where is she?
She drowned on her own words
and now you're free.
Look me in the eye
as you lower me down.
I'll never stop being the one
who let you drown.
Forget me
for I'll not make a sound.
Literature
.
jealousy used to write me love letters that were sweet and lonely
during the winter, she talked about presents and joyful carols
by autumn she'd move on to the colorful leaves and tinted orange skies
in a way, i could tell she was being considerate of me
she respected my selfishness and reminded me when i needed comfort
she knew about my sensitivity so she wrote to me in gentle tones
my stubbornness, however, only ever saw helping hands as suicide
that's why i've been secretly stealing her words
to make sure i would have something to say
in fear that if i remained too silent, i too would be buried in the snow
but while I hid behind my scrip
Literature
No one cares
You know the feeling?
The feeling of feeling icky
The feeling of wanting to shout?
But at the same time
You feel like you’re not valid
Your worries are not worth it
No one cares
You know the feeling?
The feeling of feeling tired
The feeling of just wanting to sleep
But at the same time
You feel like you are lazy
You are not worth it
No one cares
I’m tired of feeling these things
I’m tired of being this way
I know I have to accept it and
I know it is okay
There’s nothing more to say
No one cares
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