Poetry Blogs (release)

Aokigahara.

Take me away,
let me find a place of peace,
of freedom,
Somewhere i belong.

Somewhere i can take myself off track,
hear the trees calling
the whispers of the dead, 
the footsteps leading a path to nowhere.
The silence of horror,
the selfishness, the selfless.

A place of no evil, a place of no light.
Where no man or woman will have sight,
where no man or woman will ha...

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(I've been struggling to show anyone this poem for a long time but I've been inspired to let it free. These feelings are behind me now and it turns out writing was to thank for that afterall)

How does someone stop cutting?
Do they cut into the paper instead?
Replace flesh and blood with diaries and ink,
Replace physicality with mentality,
Replace actions with words,

It isn’t enough.

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