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Rock bottom
I'm free falling, I've been doing so for years.
The end of days draws closer, I have the tears.
I'm a biological disaster, anger and sadness are my masters.
Feels like I'm falling into spikes of rebellion, words turned knives.
I'm travelling to the ground faster than I've ever gone before,
Destined to hit rock bottom.
The spikes pierce through weak flesh, tearing through my organs, severing my spinal cord I go limp.
Though I'm not dead, I wish I was.
The end of days draws closer, I have the tears.
I'm a biological disaster, anger and sadness are my masters.
Feels like I'm falling into spikes of rebellion, words turned knives.
I'm travelling to the ground faster than I've ever gone before,
Destined to hit rock bottom.
The spikes pierce through weak flesh, tearing through my organs, severing my spinal cord I go limp.
Though I'm not dead, I wish I was.
Published 9th Jan 2018
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