TW: self harm, depression
Let it end!
Let me be one with the wind and the earth again,
Let me go with a little piece of me on me.
Let them tell the tale:
Of the young one
With many gifts and beings inside her,
Of her desolate existence
And her beautiful mind,
The small humble desires.
Crushed by the demands of the universe
And the burden of the ageless being inside
The very being that held her finger
To lead this far
They're all dying.
One by one
Brick by brick
She pulls down the facade
That she ever lived.
Until there is nothing left, within and without
A hundred words become daggers,
One still only a humble desire.
For she knew
Every word is a piece of art,
With a life and history of its own.
Yet the universe refuses to let me go.
Like a parasite inside my body;
Taking over,
Ruining everything but not letting it end.
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