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Once deadened nerves,
Now sore.
Unsure what I'm waiting for.
Unsure if i deserve anymore.
Comfortable,
Concrete floor.
 
I let my entire heart pour.
Sternum gored, by the horn.
I've forgotten my meaning.
It just seems like my dreaming,
Was decieving.
 
I guess I'm writing to try.
My eyes and their sighs.
Tears surface when they can.
But, I'll be dammed.
 
I'm confused and I'm lost.
My skin's been ripped off.
Copied without patent.
Patterns that leave me just tragic.
 
I guess I'm writing to try.
These words aren't for you,
But for i.
 
Four eyes, yet so blind.
For i, am unkind.
Some kind, used to be.
Discarded, used up me.
 
My heart is beaten and bruised.
Clarity says I'm confused.
Rarity in tune.
How did i get to my room?
 
The silence is violent.
I don't know why i fuckin' started this shit.
Writing to help what it is.
I don't feel like writing anymore. The end.
 
I don't feel like fighting anymore.  
You win.
I cannot stand up anymore.
Yet again.
I'll hold this concrete floor,
Like my friend.
It's cold and silent,
And i cannot pretend.
 
I don't have a voice anymore.
Fitted by rasp and sore.
Inhaled by chain smoke.
As i literally choke.
 
This point,
I have no sorrys to give.
Really because,
I'm unsure what i did.
I know I've lost my best friend.
And i don't know where to begin.
 
My minds gone fishing.
But I'm not fishing,
Or wishing,
Or itching,
The silence has always been unrelenting.
 
I've been nothing but giving.
And I've been handed this feeling.
I don't believe in repenting.
Four eyes and squinting.
 
Goodluck on your days.
I'm sorry it ended this way.
I've sat here to wait.
There's nothing coming my way.
Something i needed to say.
Held by restraint.
But it won't be, okay.
Concrete floor that i lay.
 
I agree i don't deserve words.
My vote's never mattered,
Losing my world.
Silence is what i deserve.
I swear I'm trying to accept it.
 
When does a treasure turn into a relic?
Opened my chest,  
You've felt it.
Tarnished gold,
You've held it.
Against my will,
I added to hectic.
My final spill,
I guess I've recieved my message.
 
Once deadened nerves,
Now torn.
Not sure what I'm waiting for.
This isn't ink,
It's blood poured.
But now I'm dry to my core.
DCLXVI_1989
Written by DCLXVI_1989 (Garrett Asa Hughes)
Published
Author's Note
I don't want to stop writing.
But as usual I'm saying nothing.
Thank you to this platform and anyone who's ever read my bullshit. I really do appreciate it all. I hope you all do well in life....
I don't want to stop writing.
But as usual I'm saying nothing.
Thank you to this platform and anyone who's ever read my bullshit. I really do appreciate it all. I hope you all do well in life. Never stop expressing and writing. It's just good for the soul. Simply being free and safe to express has done me such good but i think this chapter in my lifetime of doing so is over. So thank you once again, for the comments any readers have left me over my time here, and the art i got the privilege to soak in.
Just promise yourselves to never stop. Strive for expression. And thank you either way.
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