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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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![]() this solitude smells like sweetened suffering i breathe it all in i want to be at one with silence i am my own mirror, i said and in it i will see the bitter moon an obelisk in a nocturnal wasteland the bleak glacial winds of the north
it is never enough i wallow within withering wisteria i am never enough, i said i am condemned to living a life beneath the wispy shadows of desire and envy in school i wander along the crooked hallways and stumble upon my reflection a boy with mascara streaks down his face i am never enough, he said god forbid you see through my cracked shell and look upon my shriveled corpse i take in the stillness of the night as lady lucifer stares ahead with eyes so cold it blinded my soul we are never enough, they said every day i pass by my shadow we are rendered ghosts of our past selves i morph into a butterfly to escape i dream wings into existence in the dark they gently pulsate i am never enough, they said they took my wings so i couldn’t fly blinded my eyes so i couldn’t cry and strewed them everywhere like hope and despair in my prayer Comments are closed.
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