if i keep laying down
and my whole
everything
won't work for me
i want to be the music
i want it to become the blind
i can't live like this
i need the hell
the sick and the object
it's my only fly away
to the next moon
and it's running out and i cannot.
i won't do this
i don't, just i will never be like him
i just won't
he'll never love.
you will never love me.
you are just like me,
and that is sick.
in fact
that is the sickest part of all.
I'm not being edgy I'm just trying to handle things to the point where i stop falling.
this is going to be my last poem I put on here. i am out of all words. I just need to release my energy in a way that doesn't implode. do not worry about me. i am okay and will be okay. sorry for posting two random edgy poems in a row. thank you
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