I truly wish to die. Not specifically in the suicide form, but to fall asleep for good. The kind that is quiet and idyllic, unnoticed. I will never leave this shit country, I will never make a change for betterment, for the sake and safety of my people, I will never be able to save the children who may have the misfortune of growing up in a similar situation as I, and many. All because I let it get the best of me. It is a grotesque and godawful thing. Being seen and understood, But I want people to feel loved. It is only a battle, and I lose time and time again.

I wrote some bullshit earlier, first time in awhile, showed it to Heather. Maybe someone will feel a connection to it. Just stuck. In a filth, in an excrement of emotions.

I wish I could climb atop a transmission tower and sleep among its rungs like some sort of cocoon.

“Grief permeates my flesh, and I give out so easily. This veil, the tribulation. Trial cut unto I, the unwavering labyrinth, of now severed chains. I will learn to regurgitate and swallow once more.”

I need to nap or something. This is bad.

  • blacktarheroine
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    3 days ago

    I’m really sorry, Mar. I think you really do all those things. I really love your writings. I wish you didn’t need rest.

  • LobotomyCandidate
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    3 days ago

    I hope to someday change feelings in regards to dying. I believe and hope that one day we can have free from the grips of a place steeped in religious bigotry. That someday we will be able to help those who have suffered as we have. And again I do love your poetry.