• I’m stretching out my arm for help…only to be push back deeper. I open my mouth to speak, only to choke on the word shoved down my throat. I slowly lose sight…on life. Memories flash through my head on my dying state. Memories that haunted me, memories that put me on this path. These empty words ring through my head. ” I want to see you spread your wings and fly” … “I love you” …Love me without taping my wings down… Love me for all my ugliness and my pretty moments. Love me enough to understand words scare me more than death itself. Love me enough to recognize that you’ve made me hate myself. “You’re weak…” “You’re overthinking…” Yet…. “You went through a lot.” “You are strong.”
    The seed of hurt planted in me at such a young age, the more you deny it…the more it grows. The confusion is the poison, the hurt is the knife…and the frustration is your words. I’m falling deeper into the bottom of the sea, where darkness lies, and no life survives. The thought of it…maybe I won’t get hurt anymore. I accepted Death, soon I’ll be meeting Death. Death will take me into his arms and maybe give me the comfort I’ve been needing. Will I smile as Death approaches? I won’t be lonely anymore once Death comes near, my dark thoughts will be sheer…as I no longer feel the need to be sincere…
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