Throat PunchA Poem by Evilhappywrite please read and enjoyI could not be more secluded the truth gets harder to swallow every day I am away I can't help anyone, I don't want to damn you, I hate that I care, I hate that I love you! What splendid friends, I alienate, for my own little world to keep getting smaller I taste blood in my throat, mournful grief and I must digest this on my own once and for all, one for all, I force it down again and again, exercising the emotional restraint until in my dreams when he appears to me comforting, accepting, the man he used to be I remember the purgatory of consciousness this torture of waking, I'm not fit to be a broken piece in the puzzle of his life, merely a lobotomized spectator to which I declared, good day! We are not friends! I choose to remember you as my little brother but we are not on familial or familiar terms, as you wanted! You said you'd never be scared away unless I pushed you to break, it was the most selfish thing I have ever done to make the silence stop now I am removed, I have strode through hallmarks that seemed impossible before I haven't even glanced at your art, which speaks volumes unto itself and I push all the loving arms and watchful eyes aside so I may grieve, in the perpetual chaotic motion of this world.
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Added on July 10, 2020 Last Updated on July 10, 2020 AuthorEvilhappyWaco, TXAboutI'm a garbage person, I live in Texas. I love writing and everything I know about it I learned by doing it on my own. Frequent uploads and majority of work here: https://www.deviantart.com/evilhappy.. more..Writing
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