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blood on the temple wall

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i still try to die tiny deaths,
destroy tiny pieces,
because i cannot live with the whole.
tiny deaths- some stomach, some hair, some nails.
fingertips losing pieces, i will crumble.
embrace yourself- all of yourself, the truth of who you are.
but i cannot accept that i am nothing i want to be.
i wanted to die at the kotel today, just right there,
but i could not kill myself.
i could not, because it is too late.
but i wanted to stand forever in that dark satin wind,
and just be disappeared to nothing.
i wanted fire and explosions,
a bomb to rip me to shreds.
i wanted a bullet through the head
through the heart
but i did not want to kill myself.
if i ever wrote anything cohesive anymore, maybe i would post things.
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QuirkyCuriousBex's avatar
It's almost as if you've taken a walk inside my head and wrote a poem about what you saw there. These words... they relate to me so, so well. Only you write them far better than I ever could. <3