open [final cut]A Poem by FaeryQueen.•° ✿ °•. I’m an open wound my body is a corpse I’ve been dead for decades drowning in divorce . polished by accolades down in harbor bay its where the city lays . I can smell the rats as my body decays now’s not the time for charades my grave’s been laid . . . it gets hard to breathe just you and just me with no way of breaking free . there’s more that escalates to aggravate a means of survival That tunnels that irrigate your blood To the mouth of this cave Im in °•. ✿ .•° . ✽ ❅ ❆ . stuck inside the bathroom on top of a toilet stuck in mid moment, trying to escape . . . it’s been a decade or so my soul still roams like a ghost I wait for someone to open a window let me out of here so I don’t have to see me naturally decompose . . . I can’t scream with shutters on my eyelids and bars down my throat I can’t scream coz I’ve been afraid, and nobody knows . I can’t scream with chain links for arteries and a charcoal heart I can’t scream with shadows that eat secrets . . . dear I’m nobody so leave me alone I’ve done everything I could so love won’t you heed my words and leave me alone coz I’ve done nobody any wrong . and love why can’t you see I wasn’t made to be yours . and love my heart wasn’t made to bleed into the veins of another so here I lay forgotten like waste on a train a disgraced mother . . . love me or leave me I’ve been left by the many I don’t want your sympathy . I don’t want your pity I don’t want your empathy I don’t want your apathy your sorrow kills me . . . inverted outliers kill out on the field tell me what is doomed, don’t tell me what is real I’m good at playing make believe wouldn’t you say so how’s my recovery at least I’m not in a " Khat, describing her depression and her occasional emotional absence in relationships © 2021 FaeryQueenFeatured Review
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