Will I be out of first times soon,
Or have they only just begun?
Will I be out of new me's soon,
Or will I make new ones?
I'm tired of chasing after thrills
From a world that's come and gone
But I will have no rest until
I've drained it of its form
Once upon a time, I was a creature bright
A thing of no human name
But I gave it one and I made it mine
Is the world around to blame?
Once upon a time, the holy lady split
And no-one knows where she went
It has been a while, it feels like a week
It feels like it didn’t end
I don't understand how to deal with me
For her light is faintly seen
In the way I act and the way I flee
In the way I live my sin
If she were to come to this world of mine
Would it feel to her like home?
Would it dim her light? Would it keep it bright?
Would it make me feel alone?
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poems for a defunct me
PoetryPoems for the me's that were and that will be Poems about alters, for alters, by alters These are raw, unpolished, and very likely triggering. There are mentions of eating disorders, depression, suicidal ideation, self-harm, and many similar topics...
