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Jul 2
Why eat
When it will just rot
Inside of me
Feed the maggots already feeding
On all of the rotten feelings

I want to break my hand
That already may be broke
So maybe just break it further
Break it until all thats left
Is an appendage hanging limp
Is that a hand?
I can't tell
My brain demands

I want to
Claw
Beg
Scream
Bite
Drag you back here
Into this dark place
With me
So that you can brighten it
Back up
Being me back into reality
But I fear I'd steal all the light
You have to give
And leave you
In darkness

I want to lay in the grass
In the middle of a forest
And never move
While I slowly
Rot
Decay
And become soil
For the earth
Until I'm nothing
But a pile of bones
And then maybe I could get up again
Start up my life again
Without all of these feelings
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My body

I want to paint my room red
With every feeling
That wishes to spill out of me
Let them free
Let them seep
Into everything around me
I want to paint my room red
With this metaphoricality
July/1/2025
Raven
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Raven  21/Non-binary/The middle of empty
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