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The smell of cleanliness burns my throat,
I feel as though I killed you.
I know that you needed to leave this world, and I'm selfish for wanting to keep you.
Lay in a bed of flowers and sleep peacefully, because I know you've deserved it.
You were good to me.
I told you I loved you as you slipped under the anesthesia, and I felt a piece of myself die as you did right in front of me.
In this life, we won't meet again, but I'm thankful that our paths crossed.
I'm thankful for your presence and everything you taught me.
I wished that I spent one final night with you curled up by my side, protected from the harsh bite of winter.
Nobody really reads between the sterilization and fake flowers, or the discarded tear-stained tissues that lay in every wastebasket.
A cold metallic table is a grave in itself.
A needle that stops a heart is death's scythe.
If we truly do reap what we sow then why am I being given sadness and tears, when I always give out unbridled love?
I'm acknowledging the twins, Misery and Grief as they sit with me with their hands planted on each of my shoulders.
Hope lays dead in the corner along with Happiness, who bleeds heavily onto the floor.
My hands shake more than usual and my mind becomes darker as I lay here, engulfed in my sorrow.
I cannot stay wallowing in the murky depths of despair, but I might just stay here for a little while longer, and re-emerge as a human being once more.
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imogen <3
this is so beautiful rip the bro i hope hes smoking a pack a day in heaven
I have a feeling that he is
by Zagreus; ; Report