Will it be too late for you
Will I be happier
Looking down.
As people who looked down on me will look up
Where I gained my broken wings.

bricks on my chest as I sleep
I’m not fond of you but I keep,
Caring about what you say
You aren’t me at the end of the day
I’ll be the girl with the broken neck
Standing in your corridor
At the end of your bed
In your head
Stop stop stop
Be real
Listen to her weep
Maybe you then will realise
But probably not

I was a cure,
and you were a pandemic.
I made you better,
But you destroyed me.

I was the Sun,
For I shone by myself,
brightly.

You were the Moon,
For you eclipsed
My brightness.

Standing here
In the mist
Black tar flowing towards me
Blood and sweat dripping from my lips
Blood and tears from my eyes
Blood and infection from my heart
Venom from my veins,
dripping from my fingernails.
Shaking on the inside, flesh bubbling,
Skin still like stone.

They wear tissues in their ears
As I speak from my heart
Butchering my feelings
Into useless crumbs
I feel so unimportant
I waste my breath
If it’s not about you
You couldn’t care less
I listen to every detail
To help as much as I can
But why does no one hear me
Do you hear me
Please someone hear me
Please
My skin is turning inside out
Would you be able to see better
Can you see me
You never will.
Their Ignorance will **** me

I made food
But I didn’t eat it
Waiting for it to pop out the toaster
Seemed like a lifetime
As I swayed in fatigue
Losing my feet
I hop into bed
Melt into the mattress
As nice as it seems
It’s exhausting