I can’t breathe through this heaviness on my chest
I need to talk to someone and know that I’ll be missed
You’ve probably blocked my number again
But your words were my only comfort back then
I’m tired and I’m lonely and hate the way it feels
This sense of self loathing is how my heart kills
My own blood is my poison of choice
The pounding in my ears drowns out the noise
I was trying so hard to make this half a whole
But my pain is overwhelming and I’ve lost control
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This is deep
“My own blood is my poison of choice”
How do you do it? Your words sum up my life so elegantly. I was up late last night suffering from my own Nighttime Terrors and I read this poem when you posted it but couldn’t even manage to type a word. I hope you’re doing ok, Sammi. Or at least staying afloat which is about as ambitious as we can be sometimes. Your poems help keep me from sinking.
I’m glad I can help you, salt. You’re words have really helped keep my spirits up lately… Well… As up as they can be. Haha better than the alternative, right?
Sammiiiiiiiiiiiiii come back we wants moar pics of you ;3
Ugh. Lol FINE. if I have to. Might post one tonight. But only if I can master the art of shapeshifting and turn into a lion.
Hope you do ;D
Dear Sammi,
I find you beautiful. I wish I had the ability to be as prolific as you. I find my meager thoughts and words insufficient. My productivity otherwise preoccupied. Enveloped with work.
I find myself strongly relating to your words. Stupidly, childishly, wishing I could bear your pain.
Your jealous friend,
-Ceph
Ceph, i would do the same for you in a heartbeat. dont be jealous. You speak quite eloquently. Your words could work miracles. Thank you for all of your support. It really means the world to me.
Perhaps it’s a strange ignorance. I would never allow my pain to be taken up by anyone. A, rather hypocritical statement, given that I would gladly bear yours. I suppose, I find you much more beautiful than I find myself. I wish to see you smile. After-all, even if only for a moment. A smile, a laugh can mean everything.
I have no doubt that my pain is a small, intrinsic pain.
I hope this finds you in a better state. ^_^
-Ceph