Futile Jess
useless
useless
useless
uselessness and repetition
albatross is
this loss
submit another poem that can't seem to name me
no one will read it more than once
except me
just to decipher the meaning
what air am i breathing?
it's just a breath
closer to death
crossing the line
on my wrist
back to this
but, why?
no reason
it's so hot in this room
and i've left them
without question
but i've got answers
yeah, they care
but do i?
yes
but do I?
yes
but do I?
red is such an interest colour
war is such an intricate gore
but it's SO SIMPLE
YES
I'VE FOUND MY WAY OUT BABY
BLEND THE SINS
AND CREATE A WHIRLWIND
OF DEPRESSION AND LOSS AND DARK THOUGHTS AND MANY SUICIDAL ATTEMPTS MADE UP IN YOUR HEAD AND CHOKING AND PILLS AND GUILT AND UGLINESS AND AND AND SADNESS
SADNESS
SADNESS
sadness
yes
draw some more art on your paper veins, sweetie
you beautiful PSYCHO YOU
YES AHAHAHAHAHAHA
ONLY EXCELLING IN ONE COLOUR
maybe someone might see
and gift you the help you need
but i don't believe white walls
will stop you from seeing the dead
flesh is such SUCH a SEXY word
how the final syllable quiets it's victim
light the torture
and that's all the light you've got left
to write in
poor, poor child
futile, futile jess
is your life too stressful?
it was just improving, was it NOT?
AND YOUR MIND DECIDED TO ROT
YOUR ARM DECIDED TO WEAR BLOODIED DOTS
FAMILIARITY
FAMILIARITY
what's the occasion?
LET IT GO ALL YOU LIKE
I'D LIKE TO SEE YOU TRY
WATCH YOU STRUGGLE
BUT NOT MATTER WHAT, YOU DUMB *****
it's never going to want to let you go.
Copyright © Agony Aiane | Year Posted 2016
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