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One more night I keep on breathing 

Seeing stars through foggy eyes

Sometimes I still try in ways I know

Won’t work just to feel control

Blood drips skin rips

And I dissociate 

Going through the motions 

Because there’s no motive

Writing words and words and

Words spilling out 

Black ink white paper

Black ink white paper

Black ink red paper

deadlines

I have so much to do: Work for college that will never be enough, A birthday present from last month that I still need to gift, friends to apologise to, friends to hug close, words to say, so many words

This goes for literally anyone. If you’re in Brighton and you see someone with a black denim jacket with “god is dead” on the collar, come say hi. Depending on how I’m feeling I might bite.

as long as I am here

there is nothing to fear

both friends and strangers

will find protection with me

I have seen far too much

no longer will friends suffer abuse

for their love or being

I am the wall against which all hate dies

I am the bastion in shitty cargos

and a worn denim jacket

I will be their shield and their home

as long as I an here

there is no danger.

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If I left today what would you say

At my funeral ?

Black cloth surrounds green grass

Surrounds brown dirt 

It would take my parents by surprise

They can’t see behind my eyes 

Behind these lines 

The way two can

So what would you say ?

Would you weep and wail 

Stand solemn and sober 

Maybe no one would come

I’ll be buried under a name 

That fits as well as the second hand suit

They broke bones to fit me in 

At my funeral

empty calls

long text threads

shared poetry

I dont know why

these things happen

but its better than nothing

48 hours till I see a friendly face