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…