I do not know how to describe the feeling of failure
The slow haze of acceptance and anxiety
Like the quiet tears mother wiped by herself at night
Or the blurry gaze of contacts of the wrong prescription
It is akin to watching sunlight through cracks of a broken window
Glaring sunrays reflecting but not quite hitting the expanse of my skin
It is the realisation of the symphony within my head
That the world was not made for me to be in it
There is no simple way to tell you I want to die
Words are not enough to describe the emptiness in the hollows of my being
Love is poured into it endlessly yet it has not reached the bottom
Affection has been stripped from my skin
I am a walking roaring green-eyed monster
Envious of people who can love and be loved
I am simply a being hurt and afraid of being hurt
A suicidal girl beneath the tresses
No, I do not know hot to tell you
I am Icarus flying without wings
Freefalling to the sea
With no desire of stopping.
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