When did the words in my poems become literal?
How long can I do this?
Before I can’t.
How many more days can I open my eyes
And breathe
And not open my mouth
And stay silent.
It feels a bit like I have failed.
And a bit like
The life I thought I had
Was only a combination of brainwashing
And what I thought would fill me.
It hurts to breathe,
Literally
And metaphorically.
But mostly literally.
When did the words in my poems become literal?
I’ve heard drowning doesn’t hurt
If you don’t fight the pain.
If you aren’t scared.
The difference between who I used to be
And the girl I am now,
Is that the only thing I fear is choosing the wrong ending.
My path is split.
Death feels like a hug and a curse,
Because I have only been wicked and I have only done evil.
Unbearable life
Or eternal death.
Laboured breathes
Or shallow, unmoving, stillness.
Silence,
Or undetermined screams.
Poems,
Or letters,
Or neither.
Or all, or none.
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