disconnecting veins in an effort to release my tragedy. all that we leave behind is misery
and my disease is a sanctuary. a curse that unfolds like a novel
but i'd sooner slit my wrists with the first page. i find it hard to feel alive
while my heart beats in borrowed time. the cadence that i've kept confined
existing only in the black behind my eyes. not worthy of a memory. deny all grief and force yourself to forget me. don't allow my ghost to linger any longer than it has. let my spirit breathe
i've finally found peace. allow me to exist only in the empty spaces between breaths
in the margin of each exhale that you're sure that you have left. be mindful of the way speaking my name could leave a poison on your lips. and the ache that binds your bones will be my parting gift. a grave unfit to bear the blame. pale limbs like flowers to be tied in a bouquet
that the soil refused to cultivate. to be born
to live
to die
rotting away. a grave unfit to bear the blame. pale limbs like flowers to be tied in a bouquet
there's nothing to be done. i can't be saved. i find it hard to feel alive
while my heart beats in borrowed time. the cadence that i've kept confined
existing only in the black behind my eyes. not worthy of a memory. deny all grief and force yourself to forget me. don't allow my ghost to linger any longer than it has. let my spirit breathe