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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

i’m sorry for all the things i’ve told you

the things you’ve had to help me through

and i wonder

if you’ll ever look back

and believe

that i deserved to be

to live

to breathe

it haunts me

down to my last breath

i’m waiting for 

the cold embrace

of death

to take me

far away

but it won’t

i’m passed out,


but many voices

pierce through me


someone telling me

hold on

stay alive

if just for me

as i feel the world shape

around me

slight pressures 

on my hands and feet

lying on a bed,


my vision slaps

right into focus

trying to move and 

feeling bruises

restraints holding me

straight down

i wish and wish and wish

that it had worked

that i wasn’t on earth

just somewhere where i can’t be found

but that’s just not what happened, is it

a sign on the wall says

trauma bay.

Submitted: November 10, 2020

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