there is no getting rid of him
each day goes by and i wonder if i'm getting better or
losing myself in the hysteria
by now i thought he'd be dead, but each saving grace of his absence is met with my sorrow
and the devil always brings him back
******
a reminder that i failed
he is not mine, and i do not want him
if you are real, show me what it means to live
if you are real, take this heart and choke the blood out of it
if you are real, i ask you, to steal my breath and give it to the dying
who need it much more than i do
i am dead, i am dead
if there's anything i know, it's that i'm beyond saving
this is a plea to god,
who i know does not exist
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i am okay