Sitting alone, my bed feels warm. I slit my high right thigh once more. Bleeding through your name I once knew. It felt nostalgic knowing you could’ve loved me too. Relationships trigger things that spooks the demon within. He loves me, compassionately. So, why do I yearn for the craving (desire) to help him expire quicker than before? Popping pills, I slump into pity. She comforts me with warm titties of vanity and galore. Depression depends on me, its sweet petite whore. A bright blue moon rises as the blazing sun swallows the darkness within my soul. My womb is empty, taking its toll heavily. It has been over a month since I’ve kissed you son. Daddy and I aren’t alright, but we’ll manage. I wish time didn’t take advantage. Stranded, I combine agony with hate to birth the most perfect imperfection in the history of perception and illusion. Now, it is your turn to ro-tragically make amends with the hate within. Then again, it is nice to watch you die a little more inside of both women and men. Screw depression! Copyright © 2022 Eternity G. Bleu. All rights reserved.
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