my thoughts pour out messily
spilling out from the loose grip
i have on my reality, like
the glass of ***** from my
limp hands, gentle grasp
but then it all quiets for just a second
"i want to die," i think.
oh. i want to die?
oh! i want to die!
the familiar desire rang in my mind
like the echo of an old lover
finally something i understand
finally something i know.
01.23.24
i know i'm getting better but it's all so unfamiliar. healing isn't linear, right?
i didn't expect to be so comforted by that thought. a thought i once knew so well. the thought i couldn't escape, embraces me tonight