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The I Can Fix Them Trope
Words won't ever be able to describe how it feels to "live" when all you fear is to die. Miss life's purpose and never being free to fly. Little changes scratching your skin as you begin to waste away. You aren't too sick. Not today. As though you feel you live a lie because you push through when it usually isn't fine every other day. I'm tired. So tired. Maybe this is what the normal struggle feels like.
I've written hundreds of poems. I'll continue to write thousands more to avoid uttering his name. Through emphasisms of clawing at the rope; I know the sun will set. The plasters aid your recovery. Millions of words recycled to avoid telling a simple truth. I've accepted this. Maybe the false hope of he can fix me will crumble over soon. Like the walls of our favourite places we can never save.
This is not a poem.
I am writing my words in blood, not ink.
I am going to get better. Again.
I'm just so tired.
© Sam Hunter
I've written hundreds of poems. I'll continue to write thousands more to avoid uttering his name. Through emphasisms of clawing at the rope; I know the sun will set. The plasters aid your recovery. Millions of words recycled to avoid telling a simple truth. I've accepted this. Maybe the false hope of he can fix me will crumble over soon. Like the walls of our favourite places we can never save.
This is not a poem.
I am writing my words in blood, not ink.
I am going to get better. Again.
I'm just so tired.
© Sam Hunter
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