It's an art to die, that's what they say,
We rise, and then we fall like art,
But I stayed strong, I didn't break,
But it got too much-
It hurt too bad-
I'd gone too far-
Its an art to die, that's what they say,
We crumple and fall apart.
I was strong until the day,
My mind cut off my heart.
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The Catalyst To My Goodbye
RandomPoetry, probably some literature, and a whole lot of mess. Warning: themes of depression, suicidal thoughts, self-harm, sexual/domestic abuse, death, anxiety and loneliness.
