I've been contemplating writing my suicide note for so long,
but all I've written so far was a less than a mediocre song.
Can't stand my tired eyes and crooked smile,
waiting in the same line as my hope has been dying all the while.
As I try to melt off my body,
I grow out of my bones,
spending time on things that are tearing down homes.
Been isolated,
yet the drinks are missing,
been suffering,
yet the days are a blessing.
Times of anew await,
but the papers are still haunting,
will today be the day that I learn to love me?
26 year old Philosophy professor from Macedonia that usually writes poetry and short stories that help me express my feelings towards people, events, life in general. I also stream on Twitch @lehgou
08 March, 2021
When I try to think of the things I want to hear all I come to is a stalemate
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