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Some days it feels like Iโm dying Each breath dry and lacking anything to sustain me Dehydrated lips trying to remember the taste of your name Upon them. Some days I feel like Iโm dying Like my soul has shriveled up And my heart quit and didnโt Hand in its pink slip. Some days it feels like Iโm dying The magic in my veins all dried up And gone away with the winds of my Inner turmoil and hatred laced thoughts Of doom, fake love, and bloody dreams too. Some days it feels like Iโm just a husk of a human Going through the motions but never Really truly feeling them Violet-blue veins running Down the insides of my arms Visible and stark against the pale Tint of my skinโdonโt judge meโ I havenโt seen the sun in weeks. Some days I feel like I'm dying Like my insides are going to explode And leave me exposed, wounds gaping Heart racing, begging someone to just...care. Don't worry, it not physical this need To implode, let off steam, and let The world get a taste of the real me. It's all in my mind--I mean-- I guess it's my mind, that's what the doctor Told me when I was nine so it must be mine My fault that is. Some days I feel like I'm dying But I haven't died yet so I must still be alive So that must account for something right? Right?
I'm still here Standing on my own two feet A smile bequeathed upon my cheeks Pale with lack of sleep and the need To eat but my stomachs in knots so I just Keep running away from the obvious as Tendrils of black, inky, death furl around my heart
And squeeze and squeeze and-- I'm still standing despite the fact That some days I feel like I'm dying.ย
Comfort
Some days I wish To crawl up in your heart And lay my head Against its walls Feel the muscle pulse Beneath my ear and Fill my veins with The steady drumming Calming the chaos making Up the war zone that is my mind.
