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May 2017 · 490
Min Wayn?
mzag May 2017
The more I look for myself,
the more I realize that
I’m nowhere to be found.

I left bits and pieces of myself inside
of what now lays in a casket

– maybe im looking for the wrong person
I pray to God that one day I'll no longer need those pieces anymore; that I'll no longer spend my days searching every corner of this earth for something that no longer exists.
May 2017 · 498
Bruised
mzag May 2017
two years ago,
i was fighting a monster
from breaking my ribs.

today,
i am fighting an invisible ghost,
from watching me pick up the pieces
that haven’t decayed yet.
May 2017 · 477
Stars Burn, Too.
mzag May 2017
loving you
was such an intense feeling,
kind of like
galaxies exploding in my chest,
eventually a supernova:
so beautifully tragic
May 2017 · 658
Advanced Diploma
mzag May 2017
I’ve shred open my own skin,
I’ve insulated myself and I have searched to
find answers at the bottom of empty pill bottles.
I’ve abandoned the nutrients from my own stomach.
What I’m saying is I am no stranger to self inflicted pain;
I am an expert in punishing myself for existing.
May 2017 · 398
Spilled Ink
mzag May 2017
my hands are my superpower
with them,
i am able to write out
every single thought in my mind
and without them,
I’d lose my sanity.

— The End —