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Please fill me with love before I flatline Filtered and withered, I sigh Masks are a cancer flooding my blood stream Staining my skin Leaving me philosophizing Over why I'm still living It feels like I have to end me Because nothing will mend me I tried to speak, but the ambivalence outstretched to my throat before it could connect The message to your screen Drifting from myself Forlorn shreds I won't scream I only know how to suppress I've been submerged into thoughts of depression Due to all I have been neglecting This is the pain express Toot my horn and come aboard If you have the qualifications your reward granted Is beyond explored You'll wield power beyond any galaxies in space Knowing what exist and how to get to what is sick In order to remedy it I stopped carrying life the second you dropped that glass Emptied out The vacancy poisoned my plasma to vast degrees Attempting to finally earn a little more than lack of words from the past The bruises are firm but the alert fluctuates in my brain While I wait To find a cure for what I hate Oscillating between extremes I'm not sure who I want to be in this story.
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Jul 28, 2019
Jul 28, 2019 at 12:32 AM UTC
Ambivalence: A Bad Bacteria
Please fill me with love before I flatline Filtered and withered, I sigh Masks are a cancer flooding my blood stream Staining my skin Leaving me philosophizing Over why I'm still living It feels like I have to end me Because nothing will mend me I tried to speak, but the ambivalence outstretched to my throat before it could connect The message to your screen Drifting from myself Forlorn shreds I won't scream I only know how to suppress I've been submerged into thoughts of depression Due to all I have been neglecting This is the pain express Toot my horn and come aboard If you have the qualifications your reward granted Is beyond explored You'll wield power beyond any galaxies in space Knowing what exist and how to get to what is sick In order to remedy it I stopped carrying life the second you dropped that glass Emptied out The vacancy poisoned my plasma to vast degrees Attempting to finally earn a little more than lack of words from the past The bruises are firm but the alert fluctuates in my brain While I wait To find a cure for what I hate Oscillating between extremes I'm not sure who I want to be in this story.
I wanted to give up writing, but the things I create seem to be the only constant I control. Seems like everyone in my life is painting me as the bad guy. I'm not.
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Jul 28, 2019
Jul 28, 2019 at 12:32 AM UTC
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