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i would not call this art.
i think i'm giving up.
i feel like i am drowning,
and my nose it right above the water
i'm just waiting for that little push under.
sometimes i wish i could go somewhere where nobody could find me, not even me.
i want to be as far away from me as i can get.
sometimes i want to hold my breath for as long as it takes, i want to stop breathing just long enough to know what it would be like to be totally still,
like being a cough away from death not really there- not really here.
sometimes i remember having all of the answers than i remember lying to myself.
tonight i blew my carefully constructed disguise to smithereens
my flesh is peeling back and my carcass is drying out,
you've picked me to fucking pieces
& it was bound to happen.
i'd rather have my dead beat dad.
my brains to exposed, you already know more than you should.
stop reading. stop analyzing.
today was just not my day.
my emotions change more than the fucking moon.