
Upon a hanging Body
Angel of Death
- Jan 5, 2025
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People talk about hope like it's something you can grab and keep, but for me it's always smoke....slipping through my fingers, choking me as I reach for it. I've tried to convince myself tomorrow holds something better, but tomorrow just keeps handing me more of the same.
There's a strange kind of peace in knowing you've already lost yourself long ago. I don't even know if I want saving anymore. I just want someone to understand what it feels like to carry death inside you while everyone else expects you to smile.
If this is the last thing anyone ever reads from me, then fine. Maybe it'll be easier to let me go than it was for me to hold on.
There's a strange kind of peace in knowing you've already lost yourself long ago. I don't even know if I want saving anymore. I just want someone to understand what it feels like to carry death inside you while everyone else expects you to smile.
If this is the last thing anyone ever reads from me, then fine. Maybe it'll be easier to let me go than it was for me to hold on.