Death sent me packing
I don't want you here
Please go away
I was forced back to life
As the cuts on my body
Continued to bleed
The suicide note I wrote
Lying there mocking me
But I cleaned myself up
Pretended to be fine
But it made no differnece
I sit with nothingness
Silent calm air
In my unsure stare
I'm going to paint a picture
A picture with a twist
Aware.
Stare @ Air.
There: Time Stops.
Drops Of The Bleeding N2 The Nothing.
Hoping? No, Just Coping.
Something. A Pretty Prize.
Wise, I: I've Just Taken A Picture.
- Authors: My funny valentine (Pseudonym), Broken Ankh
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- Finished: June 30th, 2023 09:58
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