As a child, we've naturally become scared of it
Now, as a growing teenager,
I've realized that this whole time
We've been practicing death
Think about it,
In a closed coffin is darkness and we stay there forever
At night, we isolate ourselves in the darkness
And stay still for long periods of time
My throat aches from holding in my sobs
It's practice for death
The dead can't breathe nor cry
I'm practicing by holding in emotions
My eyes are overwhelmed with tears
Death cannot cry
If they were,
They're refusing to die
My head yearns to explode
It's hard work
I'm trying not to think of anything
Death cannot let you imagine
My stomach continuously cries in hunger
Now's not time for dinner in mind
I don't do it to look or feel pretty
Death cannot eat
My wrists itch in desperation
Today marks my sixth year clean
I must avoid it
Dead is dead
Because they can't kill themselves again anymore
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