There’s beauty in the upside. Despite knowing this, I chase the sensation of gloom.
it’s a gift
to be living but it’s something that i won’t admit
i can dream of bigger things
i can float adrift
when i grip
onto trauma ’till i suffer from what i predict
but the siren never sings
i don’t fill the crypt
people die
plenty of ’em wish they wouldn’t have to say goodbye
to the cries
of a child at their side
why do i
suffer through depression when i know that it’s a lie
cauterized
an imaginary bind
– D K T
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