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Aug 2016
i haven't washed
my clothes in weeks
i don't touch my hair
i let everything grow
like i am a tree
this is how i know
that im falling apart
slowly
i don't count
the minutes
on the bus
i have no desire
to feel music
i think about
all the goodbyes
i've bid
to different versions
of myself
then i sit in the shower
and i listen to rain
as i attempt
to piece together
my soul again
but the pieces
aren't broken
they're shattered
and i enjoy
each time
i slice my finger
on a shard
my demons have abandoned me
they say im
too
miserable
they'd rather
burn in hell
for all of eternity
than listen
to my cries
so now i sit
at the ocean
and i think of
the rocks
as the bones
crushed by my teeth
then i ask god
"are you afraid of me?"
i am
i know not
what i am capable of
one night
i punched my wall so hard
every poem
i'd ever written
fell out
then my nose
started to bleed
then i walked around
*******
i wrote like
the paper
was my head
and the pen
was loaded
then
i imagined myself
taking my last bath
my last breath
the pieces
floating together
and
growing tall enough
for angels
to climb
like a child
would
like i am a tree
then someone
will brush my hair
wash my clothes
and the only
version of myself
left to say
goodbye
to would have already
left
wrote this in under 10 mins last night, so sorry if it's sloppy. i just had to get this out. it's called Hercules because i imagine this is how he felt.
Nikki C
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