It feels like death.
because after all I was never really given a choice-
the way everything dies.
All I was told was to keep moving on
not look back
**** up my tears and not whine
it was in sadness, I gagged.
They tell me that this is not worth my time,
But this feels like death
yet not one without regrets,
or a swift demise
because I (totally) feel like I have been ripped into pieces.
You go, I watched
and counted till dawn, as if things would get better.
What you don’t know?
It’d always be you,
and I’d always be bitter.
There is nothing more which I can or would say
its death, for you and I.
Left alone now, made to survive
Clinging on too tight would only drain me dry.
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 2:45 AM UTC
It feels like death.
because after all I was never really given a choice-
the way everything dies.
All I was told was to keep moving on
not look back
**** up my tears and not whine
it was in sadness, I gagged.
They tell me that this is not worth my time,
But this feels like death
yet not one without regrets,
or a swift demise
because I (totally) feel like I have been ripped into pieces.
You go, I watched
and counted till dawn, as if things would get better.
What you don’t know?
It’d always be you,
and I’d always be bitter.
There is nothing more which I can or would say
its death, for you and I.
Left alone now, made to survive
Clinging on too tight would only drain me dry.
A lament that I found in an old thumbdrive.
Written in 2011.
