Sometimes, before falling asleep. When everyone else's breathing evens out, I close my eyes. I shut them tight. Trying to stop the tears threatening my tear ducts. My closed eyes let me remember the pain on the blade against my arm. The sickening but beautiful dribble of blood. And before I know it, in real life I'm scratching away at my arms, peacefully. And when my eyes reopen I'm calm. I'm collected. I'm not screaming in my mind anymore. And then when I close my eyes again to sleep, I have a smile on my face. Because it's one day closer to my death. The death which keeps me from meeting you again. If you even remember me still...
-Esha Dev
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Every thing and Nothing
PoetryEvery thought and small parts of a book I'm writing:)
