10pm:
is living that important?
i could vanish right now.
i could die and nobody would care.
12am:
breathe in for seven seconds,
breathe out for eleven.
hours feel like days.
all of my loved ones hate me.
2am:
is anyone awake?
i could use some help.
i don't want to be alone right now.
oh god, i'm so alone.
4am:
the coaster arrives back at the loading station.
its sudden.
its not the smooth descent,
not the crawl uphill.
abruptly
all is calm again.
i close my eyes.
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angels
الشعرanother recollection of true events, my inner struggle with mental illness, and hope for a brighter future.
