⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ New poem! Survival, by me! (@rootbeerchugger1 on tumblr)

Little warning before I share this one! There is mention of SH and implied bl0od! Thought It would be good so turn back if you don't like either of those!!! Also it is a wee bit depressing!!!1!!

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Survival

It was random.

But always provoked.

I could be tying my shoes.

Scrolling on my phone.

Walking to school.

Never a certain moment.

It infiltrated my head.

I would beg it to leave.

For it to go silent.

But the words wouldn't leave.

My mouth was useless.

The one way to speak.

To be heard.

Had to be covered in a crimson scene.

Was from that same rusted smell.

Each gash let out more words than the dictionary.

It helped.

Made me feel better.

Made me feel euphoric.

The science around it that was.

Thats how it would feel.

How the body adapted.

To make sure we survive.

But that was the very problem.

Survival was no longer a goal.

Survival was a mere burden.