my demise

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when someone says
"but how could you
do that to your body?"
i want to scream
and yell
and shout
say that
"this isn't my body!"
these bones aren't mine 
just a rental
so i don't care
what marks i make
this is not the skin
i will wear to my grave

or when someone says
"but you have such a good
life, how could you be
depressed?"
i want to rip
a hole in my skin
show them how it feels
to live in my brain
"you think i make you 
depressed?" 
i have to be inside
my own goddamn head

and in the end
i will romanticize
my own demise

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⏰ Last updated: Apr 13, 2020 ⏰

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