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does it make a difference

if you’re in bed with someone

or if you ended up dying alone

could you feel less pain

could you rise from the dead

could you go insane

or could you finally cut the thread?

one leaf falls after another

i reached for the phone

someone got my tongue

i said “is it hell?”

on the other side

i heard my voice saying “yes”.

t.l.

weakening

my rain, my eyes

weak body, weak mind

if you’re living, consider yourself

the lucky one

i’m always drowning

in a room full of glass

i’m forever screaming

but they are speaking over me

wasted time, i wonder how much

longer i can pretend

a captive bird that happens

to be your favourite pet

but i am delusional, a mess

deep down i know it’s all piling up

suffocating my own body

and the people i ever loved

i’m sorry for being here

a flower no matter how beautiful

will wither and die

i only wish this time i remembered it.

t.l.