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Breathing hotly down my neck
stepping on the back of my shoes
singing a song
on what it really means, to lose
a life well lived, what does that mean?
its so suffocating, I'm not sure why
the feeling, the want, to die
is it really so wrong?
I am merely adrift, swimming through the air
why do they stare?
I know they truly don't care in the slightest
I see it behind me when I look in the mirror
whispers in my ear, that get louder and louder, shouting.
heavier on my back, clawing into my skin
I want to give in.
I can't keep track of time
It's so difficult, to get out of bed
if its not next to me, it's in my head
days that melt and blend
is there really only nothing in the end?
meaningless. incessant.
still, swimming nonetheless,
afloat, till I turn to nothing but slime.
Comments
swamp-witch
Sun, 2023-03-19 14:46
Howdy,
Your numbered title stood out to me, and then I saw that most of your titles are numbers. Are they a part of a series? Should I read them in order?
Kelsey
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M4GG0TM3NT4L
Sun, 2023-04-02 02:28
forgive my late reply!
you can read them in order if you want, but really its bc i have no idea what to name them lol. and it keeps everything organized :)
-m4gg0t was here
you could call me soph if you'd like.
The phantom of the opera is there. Inside my mind.