Unreleased Poem

I've been trying to break this awful addiction
These sharp objects are whispering
Words wrapped around my throat
To end my existence in one sweep

I know you don't want to hear it
This melancholy rainstorm has a hold of me
I'm not worth saving 

Lies never got me anywhere
But telling the truth got me here
With roses burning out your ears
If it was up to me self-destruction 
Wouldn't be our only hope

I know you don't want to hear it
This melancholy rainstorm has a hold of me
I'm not worth saving

All there is a static on the TV
I find it soothing nowadays
Reminds me of how pointless everything is
I've been like this for almost two and a half years
I'm starting to think that I'll die like this

◄ A Letter To Firefly

The Old Ones ►

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Mae Foreman

Sat 9th Mar 2019 18:26

Beautiful 🎈

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