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Dying and breaking Left in the desert sand Left to bleed out and die for the vultures No one No savior Is coming Breath comes fast and dry *Is this what it feels like to be forsaken? Left so alone that there is no one, no savior?* At least I'm good for one thing Food Food for the vultures Thoughts of my old suicide attempts come to mind again Maybe this is my time. Please please let it be. My body I want to forsake My heartbeat I want to escape Eyes slowly drifting closed Forsake forsake forsake my body Leave it for the vultures that eat forsaken and deception any and everyday
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Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 7:04 AM UTC
Forsaken
Dying and breaking Left in the desert sand Left to bleed out and die for the vultures No one No savior Is coming Breath comes fast and dry *Is this what it feels like to be forsaken? Left so alone that there is no one, no savior?* At least I'm good for one thing Food Food for the vultures Thoughts of my old suicide attempts come to mind again Maybe this is my time. Please please let it be. My body I want to forsake My heartbeat I want to escape Eyes slowly drifting closed Forsake forsake forsake my body Leave it for the vultures that eat forsaken and deception any and everyday
This might be the last poem I post in a while. I hope you enjoy
#dying#die#dead#leave#bleeding#left#deception#abandon#forsake#forsaken
Chalsey
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Chalsey
22/Two-Spirit/American
Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 7:04 AM UTC
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