The Unspoken Speaked About

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: December 09, 2018

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Life is so delicate and chaotic,

A paradoxical headache,

And trap of death.

God, how I don’t want to die.

God, oh God, how I don’t want you to either.

And we’re fucking stuck here anyways.

We have to go on living anyways.

To die.

Again

And again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

I’m shivering.

I am so SICK

and I am so TIRED

of ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING.

But it’s all going to be okay isn’t it?

How. Fucking.

LAUGHABLE.

Congratulating my birth each year,

A milestone, a step, a silent distress, the marking of a constant, imminent death.

And yet.

It hasn’t happened yet.

 

I am so angry.

I am so -

I don’t even know.

I’m alive though.

Yes?

Or is this death?

God please oh please, not me.

But I am not comfortable in this skin,

watching out of body,

my skeleton weeping from knowing.

 


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