Vanishing
Fading is an art form
⚠️ Feelings of failure, isolation, and suicidal ideation1.
How much blood must I spill, before I’m seen
Arteries emptied, heart splintered
And still, it’s not enough; never enough
A constellation of scars stitch bruised skin
My devout tongue caged, words occasionally read
But never entirely understood
Scared to dig deep, to discover the truth
How many times must I fight; begin over and again
Fading, manipulated, forced to play games
I only bend, I choke, then break
Stories my thread; I weave melancholy and hope
The pattern a prescribed poison
Tattooing dead trees until the final stroke
Erasing time with numb pain, vacant smiles
Your wicked cruelty and my last breath
Igniting the embers of my soul
Burning me alive; discarded, forgotten
All I’ve shared worthless, a phantom
With nothing remaining to live for, I vanish
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Thank you for reading; I appreciate your time and your support. If you feel called to leave an offering, it would be sincerely welcome. But, your company is gratefully received regardless 🖤
Such feelings are very common for me, due to my AuADHD, CPTSD, depression, and RSD, amongst other conditions. I have support - my therapist is incredible. If you ever wish to talk, I’m always here to listen (time zones may mean a delay, but I assure you I will respond). And, if you feel overwhelmed, please seek help; you matter. Life is better with you in it 🖤
"A constellation of scars stitch bruised skin" what a line!!
Wow 🖤