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Aug 2021
It is silly to think my head is plagued by death
The many different forms that seemed to shroud me this year
A never-ending tragedy with no end in sight

The death of my relationship with my partner
The many nights I spent crying, breathless and tired
Sitting up in bed staring blankly, my mind wired
No one could have prepared me for your departure
One moment you were there, loving me and saying it
Only for the lies to come forth as you left me alone and empty

The death of my Uncle weighing on me
So close to coming home to stay with family
But not soon enough as we buried you with a small tree
It's weird to think of how you were here one moment
Now just a memory as I sit replaying the memories, losing sanity

The death of what family I had left
No one wanting the queer kid or ****** up child
Despite you being the reason I'm so ******* depressed
Yet you have no problem ignoring me and allowing me to be exiled
Forcing me to yet again grow up faster than I can as I begin my life

The death of my own hopes and dreams as everything crumbles around me
I lost everything and can only feel nothing
Some would argue that I have finally been set free
When in reality I am stuck suffering


With all of this death it's no wonder it is the only thing on my mind
How I sit now slowly and carefully counting my breathes
As I await my own death
Rowan
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Rowan  18/Genderqueer/United States of America
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