#suicide
a poem.
when the moon sets to the grey sky.
and the stars fall from behind.
the night is clear to die.
because two don’t waste time.
the funeral of my youth.
.
loveless along your eyes.
monotone voices.
chemical voices fill the air.
sit down and stay awhile please.
ill take that coat of yours
.
departments of feeling pulled
a distorting dream that traps my time
I’m stuck in the horrible trance of depression.
the thought of death no where near the back of my head.
because i whisper and i lie, but its catching up.
.
i saw you lifting under and you weren’t even there.
listen now its only softer.
false accusions surround me.
its not my fault I’m on a bad pole
this dream always wakes me up
#poem
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