Convincing myself of loss
While I'm dressed in privilege
Pretending to be a victim
When I know it could be worse
Like the day that he said
I'm done; I can't do this anymore
And I didn't kill myself
As if it made a difference
But I wonder why
It would keep getting worse
As if your heartbeat
Wasn't my rock bottom
It still hasn't killed me
But it hasn't stopped trying
I'm not a victim
It has yet to sacrifice me
And when it does
At least I will be dead
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The Poetry Collection [Editing]
PoetryA soulful recollection and philosophies on life from a young, femme, punk poet. Poems ranging from when I was still in school, moving out, exploring the world for the first time, moving through the years, until now, being an independent artist and b...
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