my lovely family i had once went to battle with time and time again, why did i raise my white flag so horribly late?
smiling as they put up my golden wallpaper and splashes of rainbow prints
the end is near
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epiphany after epiphany and it was all the same, their departure was only getting closer
flashback to his unwanted hands on my thigh, all i ever wanted was to be loved and my family always remained
the end is near
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with my new colored pencils, i drew up the maps to barricade my door if the fire alarm ever went off
so i may rest my cheek upon smoky fumes that lull me into an uninterrupted sleep
the end is near
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and then i pondered the eggshell white cords, snaking around my desk into a vintage outlet
i didn't pack them in my necklace boxes but there's a first time for everything
the end is near
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i watched my own flesh and blood wish me the best of luck before walking out the door of my shiny new room
like the tide ebbs and flows
the end is near
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the reality of having no one to talk to comes over me like oil gliding on water with ease
and what if i do want to be gone? what if i don't care if it's wrong? what if this is the last thing i write? what if i don't get to eat dinner tonight?
i'll never know, and maybe i'll find out but i'm just too scared, i tried to make a poem and art, but instead i made a disaster
the end is here
A.H.
