lime skiff
I’m writing a poem, of course, and need feedback. Ty
CW light talk of ||death|| all mentions are spoilered.
I cannot get comfortable
I cannot get used to feeling alive
Sometimes I breathe so deeply that my lungs ache
And sometimes I breathe so softly that my lungs feel empty
I feel empty
In a room full of people I often wonder to myself
Am I here out of pity
Or am I truly valued?
There’s a fly on my screen as I type this
My fingers bash the keys so angrily so abrupt
Does it feel fear?
Does it feel sorry for itself?
Does it wish to ||die|| quicker than I let it?
I know that at 13 I wished to ||die|| quicker than I was allowed,
I was so sure.
hollow mango