30 November, 2019

Untitled 3. Another string of words with desperate intent.

Untitled 3

11/30/2019

 i want to sing

longing to be free

a trapped soul

a tortured heart


a grieving brain

a bleeding knee

unable to support me

im falling


thats how it works

i wont stop it

im drowning

frowning does nothing


i want freedom

whys that too much to ask

everything is nudging me off the ledge

and im fine with nudging myself too


t̶r̶u̶s̶t̶

̶l̶u̶s̶t̶

̶d̶a̶w̶n̶

̶n̶o̶t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶


i just want me back

what have i done to deserve this

.

fading past memories of happy me

will soon be lost for eternity

engraving pain to my family

a missing piece of their sanity

.

fuck who would care anyways

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