**Trigger warning: self harm**
the edge of death...
Left out in the cold,
my bones are feeling old...
Today-
is a bad one...
so, here i am once more
alone...
I swallow a bright orange bit of sympathy
As a tidal wave repeatedly floods my consciousness...
I was all the desolations one could ever have,
all the distance of the loneliness...
I have no ability to shake or ignore this feeling...
It eases into my veins, paranoia bubbling under my...
Do not weep when I am gone,
It is not chance but mine own choice...
I had no reason for what I did
There was no pain I kept hid...
I am scared of being
diminished...
seeing
a bird swoop...
The cavity in my chest is filled with carbon.
But my eyes still leak shades of aquamarine...