Drowning in your presence.
Filling my lungs with false thoughts,
And hope.
I try to grasp reality but your pulling my legs down with you.
With you all.
The sea of strangers.
Of the hopeless, of the ones stuck.
Not going anywhere but down.
Into the abyss.

The way they move so happily
The way the lights dance on their skin
I wanna feel like that
I wanna be like that
I want what they have
The girls
In the movies
When they’re happy
When they’re dead.
Dentro.

The eyes that pierce me,
with threats beyond words.
I cant help what im going through.
I can't have it; no not at all.
Can't live without me,
but i dont want it inside me.
I can't have it... I can't.
It's my choice;
isn't it?
I cry and I cry.
But they don't care bout my pain,
They care about the cell who cant even ******* breath yet.
The cell that can't let me breath yet.
The cell that was forced upon me, the cell that hurts me
when i even try to think about it.
That's the cell they care about....
not me.
                                               yours truly,
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