Myself

Sometimes I believe something crawled out from inside of me trying to escape all
the poisons I pumped into myself. I can’t blame it for leaving but to take away
the most meaningful part of myself was cruel punishment. Don’t you think? Sometimes
I tease myself and watch the others from my life before, witness their talent blooming
while mine withered and died months ago. Envy bitter in the back of my mouth while
I curse myself for feeling that way at all. Sometimes I wonder are they right? Did
I fall? Will I ever get back up again? Or maybe it doesn’t even matter because those
closest to me have never even noticed.

Pretty
Petals
Falling
Slowly
Towards
The
Ground

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