If I went away now, if my very essence withered into naught but a pile of ashes you wouldn't notice.
For that is what we are, ashes. I was foolish to think anything otherwise.
You've only ever seen past me, how can I expect you to begin to see me?
YOU ARE READING
Suicide Sky (SS 1)
PoetryTRIGGER WARNING emotional exhibitionism; raw, unfortunate honesty. non-fiction. includes songs and significant lyrics. this is probably shit.
