so self-centred. i can’t believe you’d do this.
so go on. take a bow. and rip your skull to pieces, and drop it on the ground, because i don’t know who convinced you that you matter, but they were wrong.
your mind is a slippery slope. and it’s time you resigned yourself to the fact that eventually, you’re gonna fall.
because you don’t deserve any of this. so shut up. stop whinging about your problems.
it’s time to go.
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pick yourself up, girl. i’m tired of seeing you like this. just stitch together the gaping black holes in your chest and laugh it all together. because that’s all it takes, i swear. all you really have to do is just fake a smile, and drink green tea, and focus really really hard on getting better.
just lift yourself up, up, and so far above. like me. smile from the top of the sky and see? everything was fine. so don’t come crying to me with another boring piece of sad poetry. you’re bringing down the vibe. you’re kind of acting like a baby.
come on. don’t be this way. just sprinkle rainbows and sunshine on your shoulders, and turn that frown upside down. because this isn’t a mental illness. just another sign, of another person riddled with weakness.
and you know? i really thought you were better than this.
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goodbye. to calling it “the plant room.” to inside jokes and cult chants and high school feeling perfect. even though it isn’t.
goodbye. to somehow, for a moment feeling like the child i never got to be. naive and small and innocent, laughing until my stomach hurt over the stupidest shit. to perching contests and piggyback rides, and tu es caca eeboo, or something like that.
goodbye. to magic, and pouring our hearts out on scrap paper, and the giddy rush of finally having friends.
goodbye. even though i can still see the memories, flickering through your eyes. even though i think you’ll always be there, carved out into my chest.
goodbye. because even after everything you gave me, i think i’m ready to let go. i think it’s time to fly. and i know you’ll always be there buried deep, down inside.
i’m disgusted by my body. i’m disgusted by myself. i’m disgusted by humanity.
so lift me high above my mind. crush up my skeleton. hit the delete button. turn off the gravity.
flickering lights. black and white. i read over old journals and start to forget the reality.
and the colours always sort of melt late at night. blue, and green, and yellow, and white…
sand i’m not even sure what’s true and what’s false anymore. So find me curled up in the darkest hole i can find. hiding away, from the fucked up beast i call my mind.
staring up at the sky. and faking a smile, as my head turns to ice.
wilting flowers, burning eyes, and it’s fucking 2020, and aren’t you supposed to be all right?
but they let you down. didn’t they? held your hand through the fog and lifted you up through the clouds but they were never there. not really. not when it counts.
but, to be fair, you were never really there either. not deep, deep down.