I dont care to stay with the liveingA Poem by Tarafeeling blueI can’t stand to look at myself anymore, hear my own voice. Even now when I shout out loud to those I know I speak in faint whispering wails that cloud my head and make me dizzy and exhausted. I don’t know why I’ve done the things I’ve done with all those men and people. I don t know who or what to blame. Maybe my father, mother, brother or the other version of myself that was taken from me before I even had a chance to bloom. I’m stuck now or trapped in this version of me that’s eating away at my depleted soul. To be cursed with an old soul is to be cursed with burdens and have a fate of becoming one. A burden to oneself others and your own vain unsatisfied atmosphere. I don’t know what I’ve done to fate to be in this cruel and bitter state and I’m afraid of what it has in store. I know I’m shallow that’s where I lie, in shallow waters just underneath surface and breakthrough drowning and choking over again, water filling my eyes drowning me filling my lungs closing my throat and killing me harshly, slowly. But I won’t vanish, a fate to kind I just lay before my surface in a constant state of death. The truly disappointing part is that I haven’t lived yet, at 16 years of being undead I was never even born to life just brokenness and disappointment that swallowed me hole, I was born to another womb called life and I don’t even get to live it. “ I don’t care to stay with the living” © 2016 TaraReviews
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