i wish i had your brain
where there was never rain,
not ever a single drop.i wish i had your mind
where it was always kind,
not ever once was there pain.i wish i had your thoughts
where there was never knots,
not once ever a tangle.i wish i had your mentality
where there was always morality,
not once was there evil.i wish i had a brain unlike mine
that's controlled by suicidal thoughts,
slowly rotting away into the coffin i buried myself in.
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stigma [body limbs collection]
Poetryslowly, our fingers interlock with the key of our hearts. started: march 25, 2018 ended: march 25, 2018 ©OUTROSOFT