I want to live through a tragedy
Have a reason to spill my guts.
Slit my wrists
above a page,
and let my insides tell a story
my fingers haven't heard.
I've known sadness,
but it's been too long.
The sorrow has bled from my bones
dripped from my lips
in large unceasing waves.
They consume my being
swallow my soul,
But the ugly longing has been scooped from my marrow
I am left content
content, and uninspired
I miss the sadness
the art it once produced.
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