⚠️Trigger warning (DV & suicidal ideation)

I have tried to bargain with death so your voice would no longer be heard

I have asked the Devil himself to take me away before you could say another word

They say, “Your words wound me deeply, but your silence hurts me worse”

But even when the silence is as heavy as the soil I want to buried in

I still hear your degradation again and again,

and once ...

Suspended. Calm. Still.

Do I smile and pretend that I know what’s real?

What would be the meaning behind my precense,

If I was found bound against laws of physics?

Am I a prophecy or a omen of imprisonment?

I’ve long left my flesh but you’ll never see it without discernment.

Psycosis, enlightenment, or intelligence?

Is this how fellow mad people are met?

Words of wisdom slip off my tongue

But...