i hope
that when
i die,
the maggots will
bury far
in my brain
and
find
the answer
of
āwhy?ā
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@acelynnfisher
i hope
that when
i die,
the maggots will
bury far
in my brain
and
find
the answer
of
āwhy?ā
why wasnāt i enough
what is the point
of being alive
if iām not
really living
1/11/26
8:29 PM
if i wouldāve known
that that was the last time
we were going to call,
i wouldāve said
i love you
1/04/26
you introduced me to
this app,
i used to use it
to write you
love notes.
1/04/26
you didnāt love me
at all,
throughout the years.
i wish i wasnāt
so stupid
12/30/25
i donāt want to go into
the new year knowing
you arenāt mine in it
12/29/25
i knew you didnāt love me anymore
but it still hurt to hear,
goodbye my love
iām sorry i wasted your years
you were everything
12/26/25
2:07 PM
i realized when you stopped saying
āi love youā,
so iām taking a step back
12/26/25
2:22 AM
when did we stop planning
to be together
iāve never liked the cold
always hated winter,
maybe thatās why i
have never left
this burning house
iām sick,
and yes itās contagious.
my family caught it,
and it brought terrible misfortune.
itās killing my brother,
it killed my parents too.
they moved to separate homes
to try to cure it.
itās not the flu,
itās just me.
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when
the pills
start to taste
like my mothers cooking
i know that
iāve finally found peace
and her arms will
be around me once more
for the last time.
when the anger
rushes to my hands,
i know i really am
my fatherās child
sometimes i walk
into the living room
expecting you to
meow at me,
forgetting a box
canāt make noise.
i just want you to want me the way i want you