"Death or
Freedom?
But you just
Said freedom
Twice."

Yes,
I cut deep enough
to feel alive
But never deep enough
To die

These feelings wash over me—
thick, heavy,
like a tide I can’t swim through.

I can’t speak.
Can’t think.

It’s a curse,
to feel everything
all at once.

To notice the smallest shifts—
a pause too long,
a colder tone,
a sentence with its warmth missing.

The way they speak to me now—
or don’t.
Their silence echoes
like a scream.

Even through texts,
I feel them
pulling away,
getting angry,
without a single word spoken.

And still—
I say nothing.
Still, I can’t find my voice.

It’s been years.
But this feeling…
this tight, crawling weight
still lives in my bones.

It makes a home
in my throat,
and keeps me
silent....

You were the cigarette i couldn't quit–
Sweet poison on my lips
Slow death disguised as desire

"We were never lovers.
We were two addicts sharing the same poison."

But only one of us overdosed.