I've sunken to the floor in defeat.
My waning breath lets out a bleat.
Have I come so far to now be done?
Maybe my failed battles were my greatest feat.
My eyes have glazed over
And as my chest
rose and fell, one final breath,
not one understood me, even in death.
Through out my corpse, my eternal sorrow would grow.
Because after death, my feelings won't slow.
Sorrow for the one girl I never was,
the person I suppressed is the cause,
of the internal lonelyness that flashes it's claws.
To be understood is to be loved,
to see your soul and not run.
I pray for this to be done
to my green soul and my liquid mind.
But I chose this life, to never be truly seen.
It subsumes my chronic fear to be precived.
Sep 4, 2025
Sep 4, 2025 at 3:06 PM UTC
I've sunken to the floor in defeat.
My waning breath lets out a bleat.
Have I come so far to now be done?
Maybe my failed battles were my greatest feat.
My eyes have glazed over
And as my chest
rose and fell, one final breath,
not one understood me, even in death.
Through out my corpse, my eternal sorrow would grow.
Because after death, my feelings won't slow.
Sorrow for the one girl I never was,
the person I suppressed is the cause,
of the internal lonelyness that flashes it's claws.
To be understood is to be loved,
to see your soul and not run.
I pray for this to be done
to my green soul and my liquid mind.
But I chose this life, to never be truly seen.
It subsumes my chronic fear to be precived.