She stared at me and said "it's all right"
but she was not right.
She told me about the haze.
She told me about darker days.
She told me about my terrible self-esteem.
She doesn't know.
Push and flow
and gregariously go.
She doesn't know
Push comes to shove
and I infinitely disappear.
We all long for a disappearance.
So a companion will exit,
but I will self-medicate.
We all long for a disappearance
So I'll keep the safety on
and remind myself to wait.
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 11:41 PM UTC
She stared at me and said "it's all right"
but she was not right.
She told me about the haze.
She told me about darker days.
She told me about my terrible self-esteem.
She doesn't know.
Push and flow
and gregariously go.
She doesn't know
Push comes to shove
and I infinitely disappear.
We all long for a disappearance.
So a companion will exit,
but I will self-medicate.
We all long for a disappearance
So I'll keep the safety on
and remind myself to wait.
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