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Dying
Dying

Dying

AndraaknasAndraaknas

I think I’m dying,

or just killing a part of myself

that I’ve been trying to kill

for ages and ages…

I think the world around me is

trying to just...forget me…

The people I care about...don’t care…

When I try to ask for help in the

few places I feel welcome.. I get put

into a place where I can’t ask for the help I need.

I get reported for breaking TOS, and for what?

I can’t just...call for help...when I’m dying…

Dying is a welcome change, you know,

since it’s something new, for once.

I saw a picture that I made my phone background,

my profile picture on basically everything,

and it’s simplistic nature is what speaks to me.

You probably know what it is, it’s from something

called ‘Osu’, I think.

It’s a black figure, submerged in a pool of water,

a set of planets floating above.

It makes me think of what I’ve lost, and how I feel…

Dying is what I take away from the picture,

escape from the loud life and into a quiet place.

Dying is like being submerged in a pool, floating

down to the bottom like a rock.

Dying is like hiking in a forest far away,

the only sound being your dying thoughts…

I’m looking into the distance, towards the

mountains, knowing it’s a dream but

knowing it felt so real…

Learning to warm cold, dead hands is hard,

especially when they’re your own…

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28 Oct, 2019
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