T/W for mentions of depression, self-harm, anxiety, etc.
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Do you know how it feels to feel like you're rotting in a black cave
That knows all of your secrets?
Do you know how it feels to have lines on your wrists
And want them to sink deeper, bleed deeper,
till the pain reaches your mind and strikes it,
cleaves it,
right in half?
Do you know how it feels to hate yourself the most,
And spend hours standing in front of your reflection,
Screaming until the tears pass and the sobs dry?
Until the shrieking ravens, scraping their talons
In the cavity of your heart, snap loose in an explosion of stars?
Do you know how it feels to wake up and wish you hadn't?
And do you know how it feels to curl up in the dark,
Upon the dead of exhaustion,
Your mind limp from being stretched too far?
(My brain's not a rubber band. Trust me, I know)
Do you know how it feels to go months
Feeling like the only person in the world
Who knows,
who knows,
who knows––
––Is you?
Do you know how it feels to reach for hope,
Bask in it, cry in it
and have it ripped away from you
Before you can let your thinning bones rest?
And do you know how it feels
To stand beside the road,
Feel a gentle breeze,
And the coolness of wet cheeks,
And wonder what it would be like
To
Take
A
Step?
What it would be like. What would it be like
To not have to question what is worth fighting for?
And what would it be like,
To pass a day through and not need much more?
What would it be like,
To sleep and know there's more tomorrow?
And what would it be like,
To be alone without sorrow?
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The Book of Fantastical Confusion
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