《THE WHITE ROSE PAINTED WITH BLOOD》vi - forget-me-nots on the curves of open notes/too afraid to live
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(tw: abuse, depression, suicide attempt)
recently it's like i'm no longer part of my body
as if my soul and i disconnected and everything is so foggy
when i look in the mirror i see black and white glitches
glazed eyes starin' down to a heart made of stitches
my mama says i'm too young to be this depressed
but why do i feel 10 lifetimes crushing my empty chest?
father likes to smash beer bottles against my bones
he kicks me in the stomach and his words hurt like stones
when he's not drunk he likes to tell me that i must be a man
i must never be emotional and pretend i give no damns
but the problem, the problem is i care too much
i don't know why but i get scared too much
i want to be the person that he wants me to be
but there's only darkness inside of me
and i can't hear my heart anymore, i can no longer see
the figments of my past self, shrouded in mystery
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when my parents fought
i'd stare at the old piano book
and i'd
look through the notes
and they'd rearrange into a
garden of unknown languages and
symbols and i'd grow
forget-me-nots from the curves
in the open notes and
swipe cerulean over the
sticcados and accents,
breathing the last part of
me that was alive into the
lines of music while i stopped
living and only existed
🌙
last night i had a lucid dream
where my fingers
b l u r r r r r rrrr re d and
t w s e
i t d
and my hair
gl-l-l-l-lllllitched
B1U3&GR33N
with my bruised fingertips
i created another me
who stared with eyes so dark
i wondered how he could see
i asked him,
"what do you fear?"
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and he created a mirror
IN IT I SAW A BEAST OF GLOOM
LOCKED INSIDE A WINDOWLESS ROOM
then the
s h a d o w s
in his eyes
began to rise
toward me and
i
tried
to
scream
but
my
head
was
under
water
&
i'm
f
a
l
l
i
n
g
i'm so fucking afraid of falling
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the notes spill down the end
of the music bars into a
waterfall of everlasting
torture and nightmares
running down the edge of the
paper and into the cracks of my
palms, collecting scars
the size of atoms and as
large as agony
🌙
i don't remember how it happened, i think it hurt so much that my brain deleted the memory from my mind
i just remember blurry shapes, ripped petals of poetry snowing on my bedroom floor. i remember my father shouting at me and torn pieces of words and syllables slipping through his fingers,
i remember hurting.
i remember hurting and i don't know how but there are fresh bruises on my face. i forgot how they go there. my father's angry and it was probably him but i don't remember.
i remember hearing my heart being torn out from my chest, a heart made of bruises but still young, still tender. i remember feeling pain bigger than my body, i remember my heart trying to break but it's already broken so much it can't break anymore,
i remember walking untl i forgot why and somehow i ended up on the edge of the cliff with the sunset bleeding from the sun's eyes, like blood and i remember staring at the rocks and waves below and imagining my bare ribs buried in the ocean
i remember staring at my red shoes
i remember being terrified of falling and how much i wanted to die just then but i just couldn't do it, i remember thinking, "somewhere, someone's brave enough to jump in. and maybe the ocean saved her but all she wanted to was to die. she wasn't afraid of dying, she was afraid of living, but i- i'm afraid of both."
i don't remember anything else. i just know that i'm not brave enough to live or die.
🌙
and when my garden dies, i
piece together the notes and
scrawled over the page
and press my fingers into the
piano, just to feel something
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