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Lara Ozdemir Dec 2018
Breathing by breath
Each time around
Moving inward
So does the sounds
Of the voices
Taking a stand
From within my head
Saying: rise from Your bed
Grow instead
I wrote this in dedication to saying no to the demons inside.
Bellie-boo Dec 2015
The further she strides from me,
the stronger my desire to die becomes.
The further she cares for me,
the stronger my regret becomes.
The further she leaves me,
the stronger I welcome my knife into my lungs.

The more I want to die,
The more I consider her,
The more I think of her,
The more I want to live.


The further she is from me,
the stronger my feelings of harm becomes.
The further she distances from me,
the stronger my loneliness becomes,
The further she thinks of my,
the stronger my guilt becomes.

For if I die,
How long will she cry?
Will she believe it a lie?
She will want to die,
I pray this falsify.


The further she strides from me,
the stronger my desire to die becomes.
The further she cares for me,
the stronger my regret becomes.
The further she leaves me,
the stronger I welcome my knife into my lungs.

The more I want to die,
The closer she draws to me,
The closer she is to me,
The less I want to die.


The further she is from me,
the stronger my crave for she becomes.
The further she delves into me,
the stronger my desire to breath becomes.
The further she surrounds me,
the stronger my will becomes.

Because,
I wake for her,
I dress for her,
I run for her,
I eat for her,
I breath for her,
I sing for her,
I live for her.

*But the further she walks away from me...

— The End —