pressuring myself to stop being weak,
if death is so easy, then suicide is meek..
sequence of the week,
details of it all like cutting down on sheets & giving up on it all because it ain't how it seemed when i seen it on TV.
class of the walls, all laughing at me,
alone in my head,
saying "dead" is where i should be..
i never paid it any mind initially,
but the intimacy of being one w/ my soul is enticing to me..
i'm tired of the weak,
lust is the root of evils to me..
if death is so easy,
then suicide is for the meek.
but the sin of it all is too scary for me to achieve,
so i take all these thoughts
& play dead in my sleep.
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Poetrythis is a poetry collection w/ poems i've written recently & started about 3 years ago. i never really been able to express myself in anything other than writing ~ i'm talking about my personal views, love, heartbreak & many other topics. hope you...
