the crevice in my side aches
and i can no longer see your face
but somehow this absence
is something to be traced
walk out the door
and tell me I'm too much
break my paper wings
starve til I'm not enough
cut until the carpet's red
vomit til the bathroom's rancid
tie the sheets from my bed
and do what June 19th did
bury me , bury me
numb me over now
this feeling of feeling inside my gut
fuck i want out i want FUCKING out
scream inside these walls my dear
no one ever listens
everyone who ever cared on earth
is now walking off in the distance
the bottle of pills calls my name
sings a sweet melody
ill harmonize tomorrow night
and become one w the sea
—12.09.17 to 06.16.20
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The Pursuit Of • A Poetry Collection
Poetryall my life all my trials pains and heartaches and my goals joys and accomplishments came through a pursuit whether my outcome good or bad the journey is what morphed me into me ••••• started :: October 22 , 2019 completed :: 2020
