You tell me
You'll do anything
Anything for me to stay
But your words
are just like the rain drops
that drip drop
of that silhouette
of that girl that's in my head
imaginary
But surely dead
But that won't stop me
From ending it all
I can't breath,
I can't see,
tell me am I really dead
Wishing
you were here instead
hoping that you had never left
Coz everytime
I pull you in
Hurt myself
Knowing you were
Never ever going to put me first
Or maybe it's just me
Coz maybe
That keeps putting you first
And maybe it's that obvious
But you'll never see
The sunnier side of that egg
Coz the sun's about to set
And maybe
we weren't meant to be
So please just tell me
It's the end
I keep hoping
and hoping that you would've seen
Begging on my kness
Praying for mercy and
Hiding from sin
But you never
choose to stay and see
You tell me you want me to stay
But, everytime I do you leave.
~Tiamat
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Body without Mind
PoetryA glimpse into the mind of an empath, bearing in mind the toll of what can't be controlled but instead manifested into the mind's darkest creations.
