I can empathize her plight, I to have felt at times worth poisoning my parent-for me it was my mom. Though I never got around to it, mainly cause I was always not committal.
Yet poisoning myself three times wasn't so hard.
I wanted to punish myself.
I wanted to punish myself for the thoughts and desires to see women's heads fall off their bodies, I wanted to punish myself for mistakes I've made. I was ready to fall and give way to the new.
I wanted to suffer the pain families went through that lost daughters. I wanted to be there beside them, comforting them in the darkness. I would experience whatever pain to set me free.
I wanted to no longer be.
But I didn't want to have friends die. I simply had been a neck and head partialist all this time.
Didn't stop mom from treating me as murderer destined.
She had her own problems.
I may have had trouble loving others, trusting others. Yet it was always me
It's so good to have friends help you in public when you're down and dizzy, when life puts you in a tizzy.
I blushed resting in her embrace.
When Tacoma makes you want to sleep on the ground.
For I still spasm and startle after all these years.
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